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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[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Kathe did the only reasonable thing for a little girl of her disposition:

She burst into tears.

[furnaceface]

Aaaand now Jono was flanked by two very upset little girls, and he could tell that both of them were genuinely upset at this turn of events. So he did the only thing he could do, gathering them both into his arms and just trying to pour out all of the love and reassurance he could muster for the both of them to feel.

//No, nonono, I love you, and I love you, you're both my little girls...//

SMALL CHILDREN WERE SAD. THE WORLD WAS A TERRIBLE PLACE AND IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

Kayla's own tears weren't far behind. "We--we have a song!" she wailed. "A song an' an' bedtime stories an' you said that you were ascared to have kids so me'n Nommy were perfect an' an' an'--"

He couldn't have a little girl he loved as much as Kayla! He just couldn't!