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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[wwiii]

Ugh, there was winter out there. Warren had thought he'd managed to escape that for life when he and Karla had finally managed to win the war and settle down in Balmia, but nooo.

Still, he was wearing a smile as he came into the room after Karla, looking around for his children. He wouldn't be here if not for them, after all.

In the cold.

Stupid, stupid cold.

"This weather is really going to get that molt going," he grumbled under his breath.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" If Unca Jommo was going to be stupid and have a daughter, that was just fine with Kayla. She was just going to beeline for her Daddy and demand he pick her up and love on her and show everyone else in the room that he was the best best daddy there.

[wwiii]

"Kayla!" Oh, Warren's expression was practically incandescent as his baby girl came flying at him, and he held out his arms and wings and wrapped her up in both, giving her a tight, squeezy hug and a spin in place for good measure.

What? She was totally a Daddy's Girl.

"How are you doing, sweetheart? Are you being good for... everyone?"

There were a lot of people in this room. Wow.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"I hep'd Unca Hanni make the table," she confided, nuzzling his cheek. She didn't notice anything especially happy about her Daddy's face. That was just how he always looked when she was with him. "Nommy is bein' bad, though. You should yell at him. He's all big! Bigger'n me!"

Which, clearly, was insupportable.

[wwiii]

"Bigger than you?" Warren put on his best 'shocked and horrified' face, considering he was neither shocked nor horrified. "How in the world do you suppose he managed that? This simply won't do."

He really couldn't do anything about it. But it was absolutely a travesty.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"And he was being mean to me," Kayla confided because Daddy still loved her when she was a tattletale. "He said I was stinky an' that I left feather dust everywhere. And his wings are blue!"

Don't ask how that somehow increased the gravity of the insult, Warren. Just know that it did.

"He should be grounded. For bein' bad."

[wwiii]

"Grounded, huh? For how long, do you suppose?"

Warren strongly suspected that the timeframe was going to be a little on the ludicrous side, but he'd see what he could do.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

Oh, noooo. Kayla had a much better idea.

"Till he goes back to being little," she announced. "Cause then he will have learned his lesson and stopped bein' bad."

Surely you couldn't argue that that was somehow unfair, Warren.

[wwiii]

Well, at least angry vengeful tiny child logic was fairly consistent, Warren supposed. He was smiling faintly as he took her suggestion under totally serious consideration.

"That seems just about fair," he agreed. "Except then you'll be stuck with him the whole time you're here on the island. For meals and all."

And wouldn't that be awful?

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Ew." Kayla's sneer was a perfect imitation of her mother at her most disgusted. Seriously, there was no need for a DNA test for either child. They were little molded copies of their parents. "No. He's stinky and smells like his butt."

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"Yeah, if you're sticking your nose up my behind like a nosy sceltie," Collin grumbled from across the room, shaking his head and rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "Weren't we taught better than that?"

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"No one has to stick their nose up your butt to know what you smell like," Kayla retorted. "The just have to be in the same room as your stinky self."

[wee-heartillies.livejournal.com]

There were benefits to being out of her closet. Such as finally seeing one of the few people in the entire multiverse she actually loved.

"Father," she said, diving forward to embrace him.

It hadn't occurred to her that he may not know who she was. She was Pluma. Always and forever. And she was his.

[wwiii]

"Pluma!" Warren had, fortunately, been warned by Rinoa beforehand, so the girl made of feathers wasn't a huge surprise or anything. He welcomed her into a hug, wrapping arms and wings around her, and smiled warmly.

It was good to know that she'd gotten to a point where she could communicate. Warbling and drooling hadn't really given him much indication of what she wanted, back when she was still a little, uh... feather... girl?

[wee-heartillies.livejournal.com]

There was nothing Pluma loved more than being wrapped in the arms and feathers of her parents. It was safe here, and warm. She was loved.

It had been hugely frustrating, being a drooling ball of feathers. That was why Pluma was probably going to end the world in a gigantic ball of fire.

... probably. Mommy and Daddy kept insisting that they'd be sad about it, even if Pluma spared them and whoever else they liked, so she was reconsidering.

"I couldn't find you," she said, her voice betraying a trace of uncertainty. "I found Mom but not you. There were just strange people and most of them not even feather-kin."

[wwiii]

"Well, I'm here now," Warren replied carefully. "I came as soon as I knew you were here, I'm here now. Everything's fine, see?"

Please let everything be fine? Warren didn't want Pluma to end the world today.

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Squall gave Warren a nod of greeting. "It's been a long time."

[wwiii]

"It has," Warren replied, giving Squall a nod back. "We were starting to wonder if we'd ever hear from you two again. Good to have you both back on the radar."