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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[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"But--but--" Perhaps Unca Hanni was unaware of the enormity of the injustice going on here. "But he got two plates! For himself! And one for everybody else!"

She was, however, obediently settling back to the ground.

[sharp_as_knives]

"If he feels he needs two, he may have two, although I doubt he'll find room for them on the table," Hannibal pointed out reasonably. "If you feel you need two, you may also have two. Provided you do not fly in my kitchen."

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"He doesn't need two," Kayla sulked. "He's just bein' selfish. Even Mommy doesn't need two plates and she eats everything."

Realizing a bit of buttering up wouldn't hurt, she added, "'Specially when you come over and cook, cause your food is the deliciousest."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Thank you, Kayla." Hannibal nodded at her. "And don't worry; there will be enough food for everybody, and no matter how many plates he has, he still has only one mouth. We'll make sure you get enough."