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]

"Your 'tabolism is stupid, just like you," Kayla sniffed, refusing to be goaded by the likes of her stupid brother. "Besides, you'll just fill up on boogers. Cause you pick your nose and eat it."

And, just to make sure everyone else was aware of what was going on, she raised her voice and chanted, "Booger-eater, booger-eater, Nommy is a booger-eater!"

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

And if that was the best she was going to do, Collin was just going to laugh and reach around her for more plates.

"That's one for Aunt Momoko, and one for JJ, and one more for me..."

Yeah, Collin and his stupid metabolism were going to go there.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, they'd see how useful his stupid metabolism was when Kayla kicked him right in his shin.

For a tiny girl, she was able to unerringly aim for the same place every time she kicked him. He'd already been sporting an impressive bruise there when she nailed it again.