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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[furnaceface]

//Not... so weird,// Jono replied, leaning forward and waving hello to Natalia. //Nice to see you, Natalia. Dr. Lecter made plenty for everybody, don't worry. Do you like pancakes?//

It seemed to him that a requirement for being a small child was apparently a love for pancakes.

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

//How is it not weird? She's not Jamie!// JJ eyerolled. Not that his parents talked much about Mom's first family, but he'd at least seen photos.

"This is weirder than the time Logan found the kittens in his rooms," he shook his head and moved into the room. "Yo, Angela! Did you save me anything?"

[clonewelldone]

"Not a thing!" she called back cheerfully. "You should've come earlier."

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

"Totally not on, sis!" He pulled out a chair to sit beside her. "Had to get the new little sister up and dressed! I've got responsibilities, now! Where's the love?"

[clonewelldone]

"In a different room!" She grinned, but started passing him the closest platters. "If you don't know my father's cooking back home, you might not want to try it, though. It'll spoil you for anything else."

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

"So mean." He clutched his chest dramatically. And winked at her. "You totally get that from Da."

He started heaping food on his plate, the way ony a teenaged boy could. "Anyway, I've got a source now! I'll just call you up and ask for a shipment! I can microwave anything you send; it's like an extra superpower."

[clonewelldone]

"Oh, I definitely come by it honestly," she said with a conspiratorial grin. "But whichever parent I'm annoying insists I get it from the other one."

She shook her head with a look of near horror. "And speaking of annoying parents, do not microwave Father's food! He'd kill you if he ever found out." ...probably not literally. "Or worse, he'd stop letting me send any. I can send you reheating instructions, though."

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

"No way!" JJ's look of horror neatly mirrored hers. "Like, in the real stove or something?!"

[clonewelldone]

"On the stove or in the oven, yes." Angela rolled her eyes. "And Father may be a bit fussy about his cooking, but it really does make a difference."

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

"That's cooking!" Yes, he was whining.

[clonewelldone]

"That's reheating," Angela retorted, rolling her eyes. "It won't kill you. But if you don't want the food..."

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

"I do! But all the knobs and dials!" If it wasn't take out, nukable, or could go between two slices of bread, JJ was totally out of his element.

[clonewelldone]

"They don't bite. Unless one of the other students is playing a prank," Angela amended. "They have labels, right?"

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

"Yeeees?" JJ had to take a minute to think. "I am definitely getting your phone number, too, then."

"Hey. We are going to stay in touch, right? For reals?"

[clonewelldone]

"Definitely!" Angela smiled back. "I've never had a brother. And we can compare academies and swap Logan stories," she added gleefully.

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

JJ beamed a smile at her. He had a sister finally!

"Oh man. Like there can ever be enough of those? I mean, he's awesome and all, but yeah. Te best stories are about him. Or some of the stuff Aunt Jubes and Da used to do."

[clonewelldone]

"Oh, god," Angela said, leaning close and looking mischievous. "I've seen some of the pictures. Those uniforms!"

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

"I know, right? I have no idea how they ever wore those. I complained about mine and Da' broke out the yearbook... I nearly died from second-hand embarassment."

[hijas_kawaii]

Natalia watched her new brother walk into the room, not at all worried; Uncle Jono was here! She reached for her uncle's hand.

"Of course I do! Especially when momma doesn't make 'em!! These smell like cimmamon... cingamon..." She frowned and pinched her lip. "Cindimin... sonnymin..."

[furnaceface]

//Cimmanim,// Jono teased lightly as he let her take his hand, and then led her in toward the table. //Cinnamon. Dr. Lecter has a bit of a gift for making delicious food, I think you're in for a treat, luv.//

[hijas_kawaii]

"Cinnanon!" Best you were gonna get out of the 8 year old. Sorry.

She clung to his hand happily. "I smelled sweet potatoes, too! That's what woke me up. Momma and poppa an' me are onna vacation, cause I fell through a portal."

[furnaceface]

//Big fan of sweet potato, luv?// Jono had to admit, he was really quite looking forward to tasting it, himself. He was usually far more bitter about being in the company of this much food, but he was in the company of this much food and this many people who were willing to share. //And you're not the only one here on a weekend vacation, either. Most of the people in here are, now. Anybody who isn't a mum or da.//

[hijas_kawaii]

"Sweet potatoes are yummy!" She nodded hard. "Even Momma likes them, 'cept she eats her with lots and lots of sugar and mashamellows."

She looked around at all the people. "Are you having a party? Is that why JJ is here?"

[furnaceface]

//A little like a party,// Jono agreed, looking around. //A breakfast party?//

Was that even a thing?

//There are certainly enough people here for it to be one, aren't there?//

[hijas_kawaii]

"Lots and lots! Like a re-onion!" Natalia nodded, bouncing a little. "We had a re-onion before school and there were lots and lots of cousins and lots of food and music and abuela let me sit on her lap while Papa and Momma danced and we played games!"