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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[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"Kayla!" And now her big brother was also coming through the door, with another, smaller boy trailing along behind. "Kayla, you know the rules about just walking into other people's rooms without knocking. It's rude."

Said the boy who had also done exactly that. Please ignore that? He ruffled his wings a little, and then looked up.

"Sorry, she gets kind of... we were going to go downstairs? For food down there."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shook his head. Apparently they were going to have any number of surprises. He assessed the food he had and started in on a Quiche Lorraine as well.

"She's quite enthusiastic," Hannibal noted. "Please, have a seat; there is plenty for everyone."

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hey, thanks," Collin replied as he placed the face, and then gave Hannibal a little grin. "I see you've got a whole setup going on here today, huh, Uncle Hannibal?"

Please. He'd grown out of calling him 'Unka Hanni' years ago.

"Taking in the future kid refugees?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Apparently so," Hannibal acknowledged. At least the ones that were old enough to hold conversations were a bit easier. "Including one of my own I didn't know about. You are Karla and Warren's children?" The wings and jewels were sort of a giveaway.

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"I guess we don't hide that fact very well, huh?" Collin would also say that Kayla's screeching probably gave it away some, too. He smiled, and then fell into an informal bow - formality was reserved for people who weren't old family friends - wings fanning out behind him just slightly, so that he didn't accidentally knock anybody around with them. "I'm Collin, and the little ball of chaos that I came chasing in here is my big sister, Kayla."

A beat.

"Fandom."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Is she from a different time, or does she mature more slowly?"

When had Hannibal's life become such that he had to ask these questions?

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"It's a different timeline thing," Collin replied, and then smirked faintly. "But there's an argument in there somewhere for that 'maturing slowly' thing, too. She's not much less screechy as an adult, either."

So she was very much her mother's daughter.

Never mind the winged hellchild he'd been when he was small.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Unca Jommo is here," Kayla said, rolling her eyes at him. Nommy: living proof that no matter how big someone was, they could still be stupid. "I could feel him. I dun haveta knock for Unca Jommo."

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah, but he's not the only one here. You might have walked in on, um... something."

Collin couldn't for the life of him figure out just what they might have walked in on that smelled mostly like pancakes, but, you know, there was no telling when Uncle Jono was involved.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Kayla's face fell and her lip curled. "Like at home with Mommy and Daddy."

The children had learned from an early age to walk loudly and to knock when they entered even public rooms. If she were older, Kayla would have called them disgraceful.

"But it's Unca Jommo."

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah," Collin agreed. "But I don't think it's Uncle Jon's room, so we still have to be polite and knock, even if he's inside. It just takes a moment more, and we get yelled at for it way less."

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"You didn't know. Even with your big, fat head!"

Burn!

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

That didn't even make any sense!

"I'm surprised you could even sort Uncle Jon's psychic scent out around how smelly you are," Collin countered, because he was completely mature, shut up.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"That's not me bein' stinky, that's you!" Kayla announced. "You just can't tell cause you're in a cloud of stinkiness. It smells like your butt!"

High brow debate right here.

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, right. Like I can even breathe well enough to smell my own butt with the cloud of featherdust you leave trailing behind wherever you go? Someday you'll have a Court of your own and they'll just spend the whole time protecting and sneezing."

Collin wasn't even going to try to play fair. This was the only time he'd ever have a leg up on her, he was going to take it.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"They will not!" Kayla protested, horrified. "You are a horrible, horrible boy an' you're a stinky-stinkbutt and your face looks like throwup!"

BREAKING OUT THE BIG GUNS NOW.

"I'm gonna tell Unca Jommo on you!"

*UNCA JOMMO TELL NOMMY TO STOP BEING MEAN TO ME!*

[furnaceface]

//Er?//

What was Jonothon being dragged into, now?

//Collin, stop pestering your sister.// Seriously, how was this his life? //Apologize for... whatever you did.//

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Kathe stared up at the new boy with big, awestruck eyes.

"You have wings!"

That was the important part of this. Absolutely, the most important thing.

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"I have wings," Collin laughed, crouching down to give the little girl a smile. There were definite traces of Uncle Jono in her psychic scent, which meant? Family. "Have you seen many people with wings before?"

He was totally stretching one out so that she could get a better look at it. Naturally, his feathers would have been white, like his father's. But he was friends with Emma Frost's girls, and they delighted in helping him color them, mostly to give his mother fits. The look he was rocking today was apparently 'giant blue jay.'

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes," she said, staring. "But I don't have wings, so it is exciting. Yours are blue!"

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"They are," Collin replied with a chuckle. The girls liked the blue. Even the tiny ones. "If you had wings, would they be blue, too?"

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Kathe thought that over carefully.

"Could I still dress up like a princess with blue wings?"

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, of course," Collin agreed. "There are plenty of pretty princesses with blue wings, you know."

He hadn't met a single one, but there was a first for everything.

"I bet you'd make a really cute one."

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

She beamed at him.

"I wanna be one," she confided. "But Mom says it's more complicated than that."

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"More complicated? How could being a princess be complicated?" Collin grinned a little as he held his arms out, offering to pick her up. "If the stories my dad always told me while I was growing up are true at all, it only takes a glass slipper or a kiss, doesn't it?"

He had always thought those were a little ridiculous, but if this girl wanted it, who was he to dash those hopes?