Everybody -- Sunday Brunch Edition

[witchfinder_general]

It's a late Sunday morning, and various people are about, in various stages of having breakfast. Among them are:

• Father Harman, who's already finished the Sunday service and now has a cup of tea and some biscuits while internally debating lunch here versus going home and visiting with Angie and her daughter;
• Dorian Gray, who even now is coming down the stairs looking unkempt and bleary (for Dorian) and mumbling something about coffee to himself;
• Teja, who has already put in a morning's work at the forge and is now sitting at a table with his laptop computer and working on something that looks suspiciously like a web site, style ca. 1998, while sharing some tuna sandwiches with his cats;
• Madame Thénardier, who is sitting in the inglenook with a large mug of coffee and a plate of brioche which she's dipping messily from time to time while devouring a book with colourful pirates on the cover;
• Lady Margolotta, who is hiding in a dark corner with a mug of cocoa and a book. It's terribly late for her, but even suave vampire ladies sometimes can't sleep;
• Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who is in the kitchen sautéing mushrooms in butter, with butter, bread, chives and other makings of an opulent late breakfast right at hand;
• Katrina Crane, who is primly sitting at a table in semi-modern clothes and reading some musty old manusccript considerably older than she is;
• Ragnar Lothbrok, who is outside, roasting freshly caught fish over a smoky cooking fire, on which there is also a small pot of creamy porridge. What? Even famous Viking warriors can make breakfast if they want to, and have somebody to make it for!

[[OOC: Open until it scrolls, even if it's no longer Sunday!]]