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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[angelo_wings]

Karla was getting squeezed back for every ounce she was worth.

"I heard," Rinoa said mournfully. "I'm so sorry. And there was a war and we missed it!?? I was going to help, I promise, we just got stuck and how does Portalocity even delist an entire planet for a year because that is not okay!"

[glacial_queen]

"Portalocity is made of pain and spite and one day, I'm probably going to raze it to the ground," Karla said cheerfully. "But don't worry about all that. The important thing is you're here now."

A muffled curse from Nommy suggested that his sister was once again taking issue with how big he was. With her feet against his shin.

"...Though, if you're really feeling guilty, you can always baby-sit!" she offered brightly and with no ulterior motives, trufax.