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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[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.

[electro_kinetic]

She shrugs.

Why not?

"I'll trade you a jar for a cupcake," she says. She has little jars, Nori feels this is a good trade.

[cook_the_rude]

"I'll be glad to trade," Hannibal says, not even asking what the jar contains.

[electro_kinetic]

"Feel free," she says, scooping small puffy stars into a jar, and closing it securely with a metal clasp. She slides the jar over towards him.

"Carrot cake, huh?"

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal offers the plate of cupcakes.

"Pick one," he says, accepting the jar and trying not to look puzzled.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko takes a cupcake, and looks at it carefully for a moment. She may be wondering how you'd put people in cupcakes. But she seems to push the thought aside for a moment.

"Unless you'd like to tell me there's people in the cupcakes?"

[cook_the_rude]

"No," Hannibal says. "Not in these. Not here."

[electro_kinetic]

"Then why are you looking so concerned?" Noriko asks. "You get a jar of lucky stars, I get a cupcake, even trade."

[cook_the_rude]

"What is lucky about those stars?" Hannibal asks.

[electro_kinetic]

"In theory, if there's a thousand of them in the jar, you can make a wish on them," she answers with a shrug. "Any less than that and they're just said to attract good luck."

[cook_the_rude]

"So how do I determine how many there are?"

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko lifts an eyebrow. "Usually by counting. Or taking someone's word for it."

There is a reason she strings hers on thread.

[cook_the_rude]

"That's a job for an OCD vampire," Hannibal says.

[electro_kinetic]

"There's about two hundred and fifty in that jar, I'd guess," she says. "So, good luck."

[cook_the_rude]

"So I need four jars to make a wish?" Hannibal says.

[electro_kinetic]

"I...suppose?" she answers. Noriko isn't all that big on making literal wishes on jars of paper shapes, honestly. She mostly figures it's kitschy shit to make people buy them at fairs.

But, whatever floats Hannibal's boat is fine by her. Right now. "Why, you planning to play Aladdin?"

[cook_the_rude]

"This is Milliways," Hannibal reminds her. "Magic works here. And I can use every little thing."

[electro_kinetic]

"Literally everything I'm folding came from home, though," she says, "And that was New York. Not exactly coursing with the supernatural there. But whatever, you want a thousand of them I can do it. It'll take me a little while."

Not like she's got loads else to do being stuck in here.

[cook_the_rude]

"What would you like to have in return?" Hannibal asks.

[electro_kinetic]

"What're my choices?" she asks, delicately puffing out another star.