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]

Jono was shooting Karla a quick 'you traitor' look.

//I... grapes. They're grapes.//

Keep digging that pit for yourself, Jon.

[glacial_queen]

"Right," Karla said, rolling her eyes. "And all beers are alike, too." She shook her head. "I'll have to see how the arbors are doing in Balmia. There should be enough early grapes for a proper tasting, if people don't mind coming for a visit."

She gave a delicate shiver. "Be nice for everyone to get out of the cold for a bit anyway."

[furnaceface]

//... Wait, where?//

Sorry, Jono wasn't familiar with this 'Balmia' of which you spoke, Karla.

[glacial_queen]

Karla shot him an annoyed expression. "I'm sorry, has it been that long since you returned home that you've forgotten it?" she asked too sweetly. "Remember, there was that whole contract you signed and everything?"

[furnaceface]

//The contract, I remember,// Jono replied, looking more than a little bit baffled. The confusion carried just as clearly in his voice, too. //The early spring grape harvests and the decidedly more summery territory name are new. But of unseasonably warm weather this year for Glacia?//

Or just denial?

[glacial_queen]

"I see you and Nommy have been trading jokes," Karla sighed. "Ahahaha, yes, Glacia. Right. Terribly frigid all the time, I'm guessing? As opposed to Fandom, which is all warmth and coziness."

She couldn't hit that sarcasm button harder if she tried.

[furnaceface]

//I... wot?//

Karla. Karla you were hurting Jonothon's brain. Stop it.

//I mean, of course I'll go. It's just I'm not-- I think maybe I'm just tired and confused or something. Kids all weekend, you understand.//

He was wide awake.

[glacial_queen]

Karla just patted his head. "Of course, dear. Blame the children. That's very adult of you."

[furnaceface]

//And if I blame me blaming them on their terrible influence?// He waved a hand around by his head, admittedly not trying very hard to bat her hand away. //I'm terribly impressionable, you know.//

[glacial_queen]

"You're just terrible," Karla argued after she parsed that whole sentence. "Completely and utterly terrible. No wonder we never have children. Ever reality where we get together, I probably end up throttling you in your sleep before there's even a chance of a baby."

That comment was, of course, accompanied by a burst of fondness. Because Jono.

[furnaceface]

//I love that you say 'every reality where we get together,' so completely certain that there's some version of you out there crazy enough to tolerate me that far.//

Because, really, it took a bit of crazy.

//Besides, I should think that when I'm asleep, I'm actually at my most tolerable.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Wine comes from grapes," Hannibal pointed out. "Do all wines taste the same?"

Wine would be very nice about now. Where was the pitcher of mimosa?

[furnaceface]

//Well, no, of course not. I just...// Jono groped around impotently for words. This clearly wasn't working out in his favour. Dammit, Karla. //Never really had the opportunity to learn the difference back when I could just up and do so at my own leisure, is all.//

[glacial_queen]

"Keep back-pedaling, Jono," Karla muttered from behind her glass.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Hence the need for a tasting," Hannibal answered. "Then you will know the difference."

[furnaceface]

//Then I'll know the difference,// Jono agreed, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. //Makes sense enough.//

He so wasn't going to survive the experience without hitting overload, was he?