milliways_bar | Twelfth Night Party, Pontmercy style!

You -- yes, you, whoever you are -- got an invitation to the party. All of Milliways is welcome!

If you choose to come, you'll find Bar directing you to a big round tent that went up this afternoon on the lawn outside the bar. Marius and Cosette and various friends spent a lot of time this morning ferrying decorations in, and the waitrats spent a lot of time in the afternoon ferrying food in, but the doors won't officially open until close to sunset.

But this isn't a cheap white plastic tent, oh no. It's warm and domed and made of thick fabric, something like a very large yurt. A bit of magic keeps out the drafts, making everything extra cozy.

There's a fire in the middle of the floor, with a low screen encircling it but also magic meaning that this fire puts of warmth but will not actually burn anything, even if you step right into it. The floor is wood -- great for dancing, if you feel like it! There's a piano over against the wall for anyone who wants to make some music.

Everywhere there are garlands of European evergreen branches and herbs, studded with bright dried fruit and sparkling ornaments. (Mistletoe might very well be among them, though the Pontmercies haven't thought to supply that as an intentional party game.) There are candles and lanterns everywhere, and a big chandelier. There are no electric lights at all -- it's all fire -- but a good number of them are magical, so that nothing's going to get set on fire or covered with smoke. The general intended impression is of genteel, welcoming festivity, in a very French and very early 19th century European way.

There are food and drinks galore. Come in and enjoy the party!

[OOC: Party-style post! Subthreads for various categories and activities, etc. Open from now until whenever!

Edit: As of Joly's arrival, Cosette now has a mini-polaroid camera. Fear, Milliways. Feel free to assume that she's popped up to take a candid picture of your character(s) at any point, as long as they're not doing or wearing anything scandalous! She will happily give the resulting picture to your character if they want; it probably won't be a very good picture, in terms of composition or focus, but it will be cheerfully enthusiastic.]

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"The spices they put in with it are different?"

"If you can call it spices," Lecter says. "Soy sauce. Bonito fish flakes. Sweetened rice wine."

Gavroche nods. "I'd definitely like to try it sometime."

"It is eaten with rice, even though it contains potatoes," Dr. Lecter says. "They are strictly used as vegetables here. I rather like it."

"Did you have it in Japan, or a restaurant somewhere else?"

"In Japan," Lecter says. "I learned to make it from my uncle's cook."

Gavroche looks up from his food, interested.

"You were living with him there?"

"In France," Hannibal says. "But we travelled to Japan, and the cook was Japanese, as is my uncle's partner."

"You must have got to like the food a lot, being used to it."

"Oh yes," Hannibal says. "French and Japanese cuisines are the base of my cooking."

"Have you lived in any other places?"

"America," Lecter says. "Italy. And Lithuania, of course."

"I don't know much about Lithuania. What's it like there?"

"Flat, wooded, and with a lot of coast," Dr. Lecter says. "A sandy country of birch trees."

He listens, fascinated. "Do the trees go right down to the sea?"

"Almost," Dr. Lecter says. "There are some sand dunes and beaches in between."

"There must be a lot of fish in their food. And venison?"

"Yes, you get that right," Dr. Lecter says. "Ingredients I always enjoy."

"Venison's tasty", he agrees. "For those who get to eat it. In Paris it was mostly only for the rich."

"I know," Dr. Lecter says. "If the poor got meat, it was mostly chicken."

"Or animals that had been allowed to get old. The meat wasn't so good on them."

"Hence the slow-cooked stews," Lecter nods.

"And lots of chicken, like you said. Or eggs, if you only had the one chicken."

"And chicken stew, if you had an elderly hen past her egg-laying time," Lecter adds.

He nods. "It's why you never named them, even if you kept them for ten years. Because it would make it harder."

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