Saturday Multi-pup: Brunch at Milliways

[cook_the_rude]

These things happen more or less simultaneously:
 

• Dr. Hannibal Lecter enters the bar from the kitchen, bearing a small tray of autumnal themed cupcakes;
• Teja comes in from the back, talking to little Egil, and followed by four cats who hope for a late breakfast, which is provided in the shape of tea, bread, and smoked fish for humans and cats alike;
• Galen Erso emerges from the elevator to the garage, smudged, animated and followed by merely two cats, for whom he orders tuna immediately along with his own caf;
• the door opens and in walks Ragnar Lothbrok, groaning and flapping his hands irritatedly at whatever he is leaving behind beyond the door before he realises where he is, and orders beer and a pizza;
• Father Pearse Harman walks down the stairs, carrying papers and a boxy laptop computer while politely asking the first rat he encounters to provide him with a pot of tea and some biscuits.

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you want, or you might get anybody.]]

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[fiery_ring]

"Ooh, kippers?" Carlotta sniffs at Teja's fish.

[ostro_goth]

"Want some?" Teja says, turning to her. "Greetings, Carlotta."

[fiery_ring]

"I would love some, thank you." Carlotta says. "Hallo Teja, Egil, cats."

[ostro_goth]

Teja orders more breakfast for her, and Egil turns to politely greet Carlotta while the cats try and secure themselves some fish.

[fiery_ring]

"How are you?" Carlotta asks, giving Egil a wave.

[ostro_goth]

"Dead, as always," Teja says, with that tiny hidden negative smile of his.

[fiery_ring]

"Ah, well I suppose things can't get worse." Carlotta says, cheerfully.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is sitting at the bar, maps and books spread out. He looks up at Hannibal and smiles. "You've been busy."

[cook_the_rude]

"In the kitchen," Hannibal says. "One of my favourite kinds of busy. Cupcake?"

He proffers the tray.

[thewidewideworld]

"Lovely." Sinric smiles. "Such appropriate colours."

He sets the maps aside and closes his books. "May I ask, do you know anything about healing springs around the foothills of Rome? It would seem I have a miracle to fake."

[cook_the_rude]

"For Niketas?" Hannibal asks.

[thewidewideworld]

"Indeed. It would seem we need to create a miracle to cover your miracle. His restored sight is becoming hard to hide."

[cook_the_rude]

"You want a handy saint, not a hot spring," Hannibal muses. "Hot springs are far too sensible."

[chime_ra_tilt]

Some time after Ragnar settles with his pizza and beer, Zelgadis enters the bar from a busy, sunlit marketplace. He removes the cloth covering the majority of his stone, pebble-marked face, but leaves his hood up to cover his wire-like hair. He doesn't seem surprised to see the place - he had intended to enter a tavern, and in a way he had, if not the tavern he had expected.

He goes to the counter and settles gingerly on the sturdiest-looking bar stool, absently maneuvering his sword out of his way, and considers what to order. Everything and anything sounds good, at the moment. Zel's stomach is reminding him pointedly of the many miles behind him already today, and the unfamiliar flatbread dish with its many toppings being eaten by the large man at the bar smells distractingly appetizing.

"Hey," he remarks, a touch abruptly though not harshly, "What is that dish you're eating?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Pizza," Ragnar says, munching. "It's from the future. Try a piece!"

[chime_ra_tilt]

He hadn't been expecting generosity. Zelgadis shrugs slightly, then reaches over to take a small piece. The sound of the stone fingers against the pizza pan is a bit rough, but he is careful. Handling the unfamiliar flatbread gingerly, he takes a speculative bite.

"...I could see it being popular. It's quite good," he remarks, mildly surprised. "Is it only ever as this one is, or are there variations to the recipe?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"All the variations!" Ragnar says, still munching. "Take more! We once made a pizza with beetroot and beef, even."

[chime_ra_tilt]

"Hmmmm," Zelgadiss ponders as he takes another bite. "Seems the various combinations of toppings would only be limited by the structural integrity of the bread beneath them."

He'll be ordering his own, soon. Once he pares down the choices to something manageable. It takes him the length of time it takes to finish the piece of pizza.

"Let's see. Bar, could I have a... pizza, you said?... with..." and after another few moments of deliberation, he settles on ordering a pizza with three varieties of shellfish with a garlic-butter-sauce rather than tomato-based sauce, along with wilted spinach and three or four varieties of mushrooms, and a very light sprinkling of cheese. "And... best make it a large one."

What arrives is daunting to behold. And smells amazing, to judge from Zelgadis' reaction.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oooh," Ragnar says. "I will have to steal a slice."

[electro_kinetic]

Oooh. Cupcakes.

Noriko is eyeballing those--she's...less strenuously discrediting anything Hannibal cooks lately, though that might be hard to tell--as she flicks equally autumnal-colored puffy paper stars into a glass jar. There are quite a few already, but many more strips of paper yet to form.

"No Pumpkin Spice Latte?" she asks.

[cook_the_rude]

"If you want," Hannibal says, "there can be."

[electro_kinetic]

"Nah. They're overrated," she says. "What are the cupcakes?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Carrot cake base," Hannibal says, "with various fruizy fillings and spice-based frosting -- cinnamon, cardamom, allspice and the like. I have experimented with combinations."

[electro_kinetic]

"And you just felt like making cupcakes?"

Somehow she feels this is odd, but...Milliways.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, as one does," Hannibal says.