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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[cook_the_rude]

"You could go to Baiae, to take the volcanic waters," Hannibal muses, "and then thank Saint Ianuarius for the miracle, a saint popular in the area to this day."

[thewidewideworld]

"I can't say I know much of him but Niketas might." Sinric frowns, picking at the cupcake. "He sends his greeting and profound thanks." By the way, he says hi.

[cook_the_rude]

"I am glad that you share a pleasant time and experiences to remember later," Hannibal says, calmly. "It is important to make memories. Contrary to popular belief, the past can sustain you in dull times."

[thewidewideworld]

"Just so." He closes his eyes a moment, drawing the threads of memory around him like a cloak. There's a quiet melancholy to him tonight.

Sinric realises he's being rude about Hannibal's food and takes a bite, considering the taste with the attention it deserves. "Lovely, thank you. Do I taste apples?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Apples, and allspice, in that one," Hannibal says. "The base is carrot cake."

[thewidewideworld]

"It tastes of crisp days and the drawing in of winter." Sinric smiles, if a little sadly. "When it seems your path is travelling the other way. To an opening rather than a close."

[cook_the_rude]

"At least those days have their own sweetness," Hannibal says, "which I am glad to provide, and remind of."

[thewidewideworld]

"Your cooking speaks of a great many things. Most of all, the passion and care you put into your food."

[cook_the_rude]

"As well as the care and passion I put into the people I cook for," Hannibal says. "I do draw and make music, but this is my most personal art."

[thewidewideworld]

"And of all your arts, it is the one you share most freely. To nourish as you create." He reaches up to touch Hannibal's cheek. "You truly are a most admirable and profound individual."

[cook_the_rude]

"I am glad you appreciate the depth, along with all its darkness," Hannibal says softly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric looks up at Hannibal and smiles, drawing him down into a soft kiss. Sinric has darkness of his own, and he likes that Hannibal sees it.

[cook_the_rude]

"I feel I'd like to give you a proper feast," Hannibal murmurs.

[thewidewideworld]

"I put myself entirely in your hands." Sinric purrs, eyes warm and promising.

[cook_the_rude]

"Upstairs?" Hannibal suggests.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric rises, all grace and poise. "Yes." Hannibal's company is just what he needs right now. "Lets." He holds out a hand, "Lead on."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal takes his hand and leads him towards the stairs, leaving behind the cupcakes for whoever wants them and is unafraid of free food.

[thewidewideworld]

(ooc: <3)

[cook_the_rude]

[[OOC: <3 <3 ]]