sharp_as_knives | Portalocity to Hannibal's home (where Jono hates the sun screaming) and back, Friday

Relaxed (and cheese-smell-free) after the week in remote Sweden, Hannibal smiled as he stepped through the portal to home.

His smile went away. "What is that noise?"

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furnaceface

Ah, but at least they'd shut up eventually, or wander off and scream elsewhere.

//Oh thank God,// Jono muttered, stalking across the lawn toward the mansion, equally relieved to hear that Joni was calming down a little, too.

"..." said the sun.

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal followed, nodding and smiling at the students he knew. Which was probably offset by the growling coming from the carrier at his side, but that couldn't be helped.

"Is there anything currently going on that I should be aware of?"

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furnaceface

Jono gave his shoulders a shrug.

//Nothing that Logan saw fit to warn me about recently, and everyone looks more or less in one piece and in a decent frame of mind. I don't suppose, 'it's nearly the weekend' warrants a warning, does it?//

It was hard to tell around here.

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sharp_as_knives

"No more so than in Fandom." Which was to say, there was still no telling. "We should probably stay in."

Not that that was any guarantee, either.

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furnaceface

//Safest bet,// Jono agreed, nodding down at one of the students as they came to investigate the cats. Of course now Joni was being a little angel, purring and rubbing her face against the fingers poking through the bars of her carrier.

Traitor.

//In is quiet. Definite points in favour of in, right there.//

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sharp_as_knives

Beethoven, for his part, was still looking grumpy and growling intermittently.

"Quiet sounds very good," Hannibal agreed. "Though I may take over the kitchen at some point." He hadn't cooked in a week now.

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furnaceface

//I can't imagine anybody will complain. And there's no shortage of hungry mouths here who'd be happy to enjoy your cooking,// Jono mused. //Should be easy enough to arrange, unless it's Doop's turn to cook, that night.//

Jono had no idea how to handle Doop.

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sharp_as_knives

"I can offer to let him film me instead," Hannibal suggested. Hopefully that would be enough distraction.

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furnaceface

//Careful, you'll end up with your own cooking show or something,// Jono teased, nodding again at the student before they wandered off to their next class. //I really wouldn't be surprised.//

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sharp_as_knives

"It would be one of the less catastrophic or controversial things to happen here," Hannibal teased back. Consider that, Jono.

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furnaceface

//I'd probably watch it, anyway. Maybe I'd learn a thing or two about cooking something that isn't fish and chips or chicken tikka masala.//

Hannibal would pry Jono's greasy chip techniques from his cold, dead hands.

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sharp_as_knives

"You can do that at home," Hannibal pointed out. "I'm happy to show you whenever you like."

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furnaceface

//You can,// Jono agreed, turning an amused look toward Hannibal, //but where's the novelty in that?//

There was no television involved! None!

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sharp_as_knives

"The novelty is in you actually learning to cook more things," Hannibal pointed out, smirking.

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furnaceface

//Which might even come in handy one of these days?// Jono tilted his head slightly. //I'll consider it, perhaps. After all, the only person I really have to feed, unless you count whenever it's my turn to cook for the cafeteria here, is you.//

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sharp_as_knives

"But the students here would adore you," Hannibal pointed out. He stepped in their room and set down the carrier.

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furnaceface

//Do you mean to say they don't already adore me? I am pretty adorable, you know.//

Also modest.

Jono was clearly amused as he stepped into the room behind Hannibal and crouched down to unlatch Joni's carrier. Like a little tuxedo rocket, she was out of there without hesitation.

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sharp_as_knives

Beethoven glared out the carrier door until Hannibal unlatched it. Then promptly turned around with his back to it and curled up in a sulk.

Hannibal smirked at both the cat and Jono. "You are. But everybody loves the person feeding them well. With the possible exception of cats."

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furnaceface

//They care,// Jono replied. //Or, at least, they understand that without us, they wouldn't eat. Which is why they get so irritated with us when we leave for more than one or two days at a time.//

Also because cats were contrary like that.

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sharp_as_knives

"And here I had thought it was simply because they were incensed to discover there were other things in the universe than themselves," Hannibal said.

He left Beethoven to his sulk and set his suitcase on the bed.

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furnaceface

//Well...// Jono looked thoughtfully at Beethoven's carrier, and then shook his head and moved to set Hendrix on top of the dresser, hopefully out of reach of the cats. //Joni cares, anyway. She's needy.//

This could be observed in the way that she was winding around Jono's ankles, in fact.

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal smiled at her. "And yet I feed her these days." There was clearly more there.

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furnaceface

//And that's because you took one look at the canned food and held a mutiny on behalf of the cats,// Jono teased. //I'm sure she appreciates it. She adores you when we're in the kitchen, anyway.//

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sharp_as_knives

"And you everywhere else," Hannibal answered. "Or Beethoven. I'm well aware I come last in the household to this little lady."

He reached down to scratch briefly behind her ears. "Or possibly before the frog, these days. In gratitude for my service in mutiny." That food had been terrible.

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furnaceface

Well, you weren't meant to like the Friskies, Hannibal. Still, Joni did purr and bonk her little head against the hand that was giving her attention, anyway.

//Well, Joni and I do go way back,// Jono mused. //And when we aren't looking, I'm sure Beethoven tolerates her more than he'd care to let on.//