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!]

Comments

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Oh, probably!

"I like them with syrup," Kathe said, smiling and leaning into him. Maybe clinging just a little. "And milk."

Milk was good for everything!

[furnaceface]

//Milk in a cup and not actually on the pancakes, I hope?//

Because there was no accounting for the tastes of small children. None.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

She giggled.

"Milk would spill off a plate!"

[furnaceface]

//And pancakes would be difficult to eat out of a cup,// Jono agreed, once again asking himself if he really had to send this one back through the portal when the weekend was through. //So it would seem that I'm doing breakfast wrong, hm?//

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

"You eat pancakes in a cup?" she asked, laughing and flinging her arms around Dad's neck. "That's all wrong, Daddy."

[furnaceface]

Well, he didn't eat pancakes at all, but the happy tiny girl was being happy and tiny enough to keep him from getting terribly down about that.

//Well, how would you suggest I do it?//

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Well, sometimes he had a face!

She kissed him. "I don't know," she said, giggling a little more. "Maybe magic?"

Mostly Kathe just wanted to see magic.

"Can people eat with magic?"

[furnaceface]

//I'm certain some people can,// Jono replied. //Auntie Karla, for sure. And, I suppose, I've eaten using magic a few times, too.//

Well, he'd experienced taste thanks to Karla's Craft letting him share her senses while she ate. Almost the same thing.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

"Then pancakes should be eaten with magic," she said reasonably. "And no spills."

[furnaceface]

//Naturally. With as good as Hannibal cooks? A spill would be a terrible waste, indeed.//

Really. Take it from the one person in the room who couldn't eat it.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

"And a mess," she said sleepily, because Daddy's arms were comfortable and she could totally fall asleep again if she wanted to. "And Mom says a mess needs to be cleaned."

[furnaceface]

//Well, if it came to that, I'm sure I could handle cleaning up any spilled milk,// Jono replied, swaying a little, because he sensed a nap coming on. //It's a problem easily solved.//

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Kathe yawned and rested her head against his shoulder. "Not sleepy," she mumbled to him, since that was a perfectly valid answer to problem solving.

[furnaceface]

//Not even a little bit,// Jono replied soothingly.

Oh yes, he absolutely believed her. That was why he was swaying a little more. Sleepy little girl? Time for more sleep.