Gourmet suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

This was the most crowded Hannibal could recall being in quite some time. There were several children in the master bedroom, one of whom was apparently his, her other father in another bed in his room (yes, thank you, Angela, but they were not a couple here, and you could stop looking at them like that), and Jono's friends on the pull-out couch in the living room.

On the bright side, it was a built-in audience for breakfast. So Hannibal was brewing some excellent coffee while he worked as quietly as possible at cinnamon polenta pancakes, sweet potato & pork belly hash, rosemary grapefruit, thick-cut bacon, and toast from some very good, dense bread he had.

And mimosas for the adults. He had a feeling they still might need a drink.


[OOC: open to those who stayed the night and anyone with a need to drop by!]

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[clonewelldone]

Angela had woken up when Kathe scrambled over her to get out of bed, but took the time to wash up and get at least family-presentable before heading into the main room. So she was dressed in the pajamas ather had handwavily called the local clothing store for, but her face was clean and her hair was brushed.

"Mm. That smells delicious." And not like human, but then, there were other people around.

[sharp_as_knives]

Ah, a calmer face. Despite the oddity of her being his daughter, at least she was a bit quieter than some of the others. "Thank you," he told her with a nod. He began plating things as they finished. "It should be almost ready."

[clonewelldone]

"Here; I can help." Angela tied her hair in a knot to keep it out of the way, grabbed a platter, and started neatly arranging the bacon. Father looked like he wanted to argue, and she rolled her eyes at him. "I've been helping since I was little. You taught me."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal let her help, mostly in the interest of keeping the peace, and relaxed as she actually did seem to know what she was doing.