Gourmet suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday

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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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After handing Kathe the syrup, Hannibal turned to go back to the kitchen and spotted the little boy huddled against the door. "Hello." He noted the jewel. "Are you Karla's son as well?"

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"Father!" Audric's relief was so strong, he nearly shouted the word. Recollecting himself, he shook his head slightly and lowered his voice. There was no reason to screech like a...like a...like a Kayla, even if he was happy to see someone dependable. //Forgive my outburst, Father,// he said in flawless Lithuanian. //I have been with them since yesterday. The little girl is quite...trying.//

Painfully so. Especially to Collin's nerves and Audric's eardrums.

//May we eat her?//

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Father? Another one? And...well. At least there might be actual biology involved with this one. And he was quieter than Kayla.

He sighed. //No we may not. She would seem to be your half-sister. What is your name?//

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//We do not technically have any proof of this, yet,// Audric said, because he was like his mother in some respects. //Surely there are other Blood on the island. They could belong to them?//

Unlikely, given their psychic scents, but Audric was willing to cling to straws right now. Seriously, he'd spent the whole night with them.

He looked up at his father, confused. //Why would you need to know my name?//

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//Unlikely,// Hannibal agreed with the narration as he tried to think of a way to put this. At least Angela had understood alternate worlds.

//You understand the others are from a different world, and Fandom is a different world from home?// he started.

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Of course those children were from an alternate world. They existed, which was proof that something was wrong. His parents might not have the kind of relationship that was normally portrayed in books and art, but they certainly still had a relationship.

One that did not involve screeching children by another male.

//I tripped through a portal,// Audric replied, nodding. //I thought it simply brought me to Fandom. This is not the normal one, then?//

The one he sometimes visited with his parents.

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//It is normal for me,// Hannibal answered. //But I have no children here. I'm told you will be sent back to your own in a few days, but until then you will have to forgive me if there are things I don't know. Such as your name and favorite food?//

What? There were priorities!

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//I am Prince Audric Roberto Lecter-DiGlacia,// he said with a proper bow. //Birthright Opal and paternity acknowledged. And my favorite food is--//

"THAT WASN'T A REAL SNEEZE! UNCA JOMMO, TELL HIM TO STOP PRETENDING TO SNEEZE!"

Audric winced and shot a glare in Kayla's direction. //Broile half-sibling,// he snapped. //With a plum demi-glaze over a spinach risotto with a side of fava beans.//

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Hannibal laughed delightedly. Yes, this was definitely his son, wherever he came from. //Unfortunately, I have no fava beans or plums. And I think your mother - any version - would not look kindly on broiling her daughter.//

He held out a hand. //We should introduce you to your mother here. She won't have met you, either. And then you can watch me cook, if you like.//

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//Mother never minds it when we broil her obnoxious courtiers,// Audric huffed. //In fact, sometimes she asks.//

Or rather, dropped arch hints that was his parents' version of flirting.

He sighed, looking very put-upon, and said in English, "Can I help instead of just watching?"

It was rude to continue having a conversation in a language no one understood, so long as they weren't discussing any of the matters particular to the family.

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Did she really? Well, that was worth knowing.

"It's almost done; there's not much left but plating." Hannibal tried not to wince. Still, Angela had managed, and this Audric was younger, but presumably also taught by him. "You can help with that," he agreed reluctantly.

He stood and set a hand on Audric's back, looking for Karla before guiding him over there.