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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[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

Before she managed to leave, Rinoa was getting a visitor! ...Sorta. "'Scuse me, Auntie Rinoa," Kayla said, fluttering into Rinoa's room and grabbing the sheet that Rinoa had been snuggling under. You know, the one that Uncle Squall might still be sleeping under if he was there? "I need this for breakfast."

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was going to pull up the rest of the blankets, quickly, so that when the girl yanked the sheet, she wouldn't be exposed to Nude Squall Torso. (Just torso. Who in their right mind would sleep entirely nude in an apartment full of kids?)

"And why is that?" Rinoa asked with a laugh. She didn't know the girl's name, but if she was Auntie Rinoa, she ought to, so she was going to pretend she totally did. "Are there going to be scary ghosts at breakfast?"

She was also going to try to scoop the girl up for an impromptu hug-slash-tickle attack. Totally allowed, if she was Auntie Rinoa.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"No no no!" Kayla shrieked, laughing and squirming and flailing about. "No tickles! No tickles ahhh!"

Sorry everyone else who was trying to sleep. Sorry not sorry.

"Nooo! Auntie Rinoa, nooooooo! I gotta set the taaaable!"

[angelo_wings]

Auntie Rinoa was now making loud nomming noises as she pretended to bite her prey.

"If you pass the tickle bridge, you have to pay the tickle troll!"

Squall didn't need that sleep anyway. If he said he did, he was a liar.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"I dun wanna pay the toooooooooooooooooooooll!" Kayla said through giggles, tiny wings fluttering as she tried to get away. "Nononononononononoonooooooooo! S'not a tickle bridge! S'nooooooooooot!"