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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Kayla didn't know what sharing feather-blood meant, exactly; but they did share feathers and Kayla was Blood, so she was able to cobble together enough of a definition for herself to get the gist.

"Kay!" she agreed and nodded. "Does that mean we can go flyin' together? Mommy an' Daddy say I'm too little to go out flyin' by myself, but if you're there, it's okay, right?"