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]

"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!"