Saturday breakfast

[cook_the_rude]

 Dr. Hannibal Lecter is in the kitchen, making breakfast -- eggs, mushrooms, bacon, toast, fresh fruit, cheese, marmalade, the lot. Coffee is slowly being hand-filtered into a big warm coffeepot, and there is fresh orange juice ready, the peels even now being cooked in a small saucepan for the next marmalade, or maybe for sauce à l'orange for the coming season of waterfowl.

Wonderful smells may be even wafting out the kitchen door a little, to wake your curiosity.

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[alec_swamp]

If the strange plant-face of the Swamp Thing can look worried, than today it looks worried. And with reason. Alec cannot find Abby Arcane, former lover and current Avatar of the Rot. Which, as far as he is concerned, is impossible. As an Avatar, he has both resources and connections to the "supernatural" world. And yet...she is gone.

He stares out the observation window. The demise of the universe, even if it sort of reminds him of the Rot, is oddly calming.