Dr Hannibal Lecter

Now that Jono was properly tailored, clothed, (hair)cut, manicured, trolled, and had an inkling that this might not, in fact, be torture, the intervention posse was set to see him actually relaxing a bit more.

Whether he liked it or not.



[OOC: As before, open to the intervention posse and open for calls, texts, etc. NFB due to distance.]

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!]