Gourmet suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday

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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]

"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.

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"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.

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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?

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"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?"

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"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."