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Fenris wasn't in the best of moods. He'd been woken too early by Fjord - who happened to be a large green constrictor of some sort at the moment.

Who was currently residing in the very large front pocket of the oversize hoodie Fenris was wearing. The hoodie alone would have looked out of place and odd on the elf but the 8' snake huddling inside for warmth gave it volume and weight. Fenris rather looked as though he'd swallowed a melon whole.

A trip to the Perk for coffee was a necessary part of this morning. He asked for the largest mug they had and received a cappuccino in something more along the size of a soup bowl. An ask of whether they had spill proof containers and subsequent explanation of 'I have a snake in my pocket' - and resulting 'are you sure you're not just happy to see us' joke - turned up several baristas cheerfully dissecting one of their large catering boxes to dig out the mylar pouch inside. Hot water was added and it was wrapped in several layers of paper towels. Fenris made sure to tip them really, really well.

Some quick rearranging put the heating pad on the bottom of the pocket and had a happier, warmer Fjord and a slightly more portly looking Fenris.

He took a seat where he could see the door and out the windows and sipped his cappuccino. Fjord occasionally poked his head out to look around. "I'm not giving you coffee," Fenris informed him, "You'll burn your tongue. It's my understanding you probably need that unburnt until we figure out how to turn you back."

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Oh, look - it was another man with a snake!

Jono was usually...well, as well-behaved as a snake as he was as a man, which was to say an utter brat but not intentionally making life harder for Hannibal. This morning, however, it had been quite cold, but Jono had not wanted to spend any more time in the sauna, and making breakfast with a snake around your neck...Hannibal had decided for once to simply go to the Perk.

Jono was curled up in his jacket pocket on top of a chemical handwarmer, his head occasionally peeking out to see what was going on.

"Double espresso, please," Hannibal ordered. "And a croissant, heated."

Fjord stuck his head out, tongue flicking inquisitively. He faced the direction of the man at the counter.

Fenris frowned down at him, "What is it?" He followed the gaze just in time to see a snake's head disappear into a pocket.

He eyed the well-dressed man. "Did your roommate turn into a snake as well?"

Hannibal turned around, raised an eyebrow at Fjord, then looked down at Jono. "My husband, actually. There seems to be a small spate of these things recently."

Jono eyed the other two, but made no move to get out of his comfy warm pocket.

"Doctor Hannibal Lecter," he introduced himself with a slight bow. "And my husband, Jono Starsmore, who generally appears more human-shaped."

Somewhat, anyway.

"Fenris," he inclined his head, and then looked down at Fjord, "And Fjord. Who is also normally more human-shaped."

A beat. "Not my husband, though. Just my roommate."

He felt it worth mentioning.

Fjord's head disappeared into the pocket and he curled into a tighter ball.

"A pleasure to meet you. It's cold out for snakes," Hannibal observed. "Have you got a way of keeping him warm?"

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"The pleasure is mine," Fenris offered politely.

He nodded his chin at the counter, "The baristas were able to help with a hot water bottle and Summer has offered the use of a space heater. The hotel's heat doesn't seem to be on yet." Fenris frowned, "He was freezing this morning. He's warmer now."

He scrubbed a hand through his hair, "I known next to nothing about snakes, but I do know they go dormant when they get too cold, so.." He spread his hands.

Hannibal nodded. "Apart from keeping them warm, there is fortunately little to do. If he becomes hungry, perhaps a mouse or two at his size, but they eat seldom. I'm not familiar with his species; some prefer their prey live."

"Mice," Fenris said, looking down at the pocket, "He doesn't seem to be hungry. Nothing I've offered so far, anyway."

He was dubious about the live prey. "He usually eats his food barbecued."

Barbecued mouse did not sound at all appetizing.

Hannibal chuckled. "What he usually does may not have any bearing at the moment. But unless he should let you know he's hungry, I wouldn't worry."

He stroked a finger over Jono's head. "If you would like, why don't you come to visit us? We have a sauna where your roommate can be comfortable, and I can show you the information we've acquired over the last couple of years."

"He is refusing food," Fenris frowned at Fjord, "He usually eats around this time of day."

He blinked at the invitation, "That.. is very kind of you. Thank you."

This whole people-being-nice thing was still so very strange.

"He might enjoy a sauna. He has a hot water bottle in the pocket," Fenris said, then booped Fjord on the snout again when he stuck his head out, "When he chooses to stay inside."

Hannibal chuckled. "Jono has a heated pad." Jono stuck his head out and looked as smug as it was possible for a snake to look. "He is, however, much smaller and easier to cart about."

"If I'd had any idea I'd be waking up to a snake in the bed, I'd have prepared better," Fenris said dryly, "I'd have heated rocks for him or something."

The vague something that one does for snakes. About which he had so very little idea.

"Jono and I have both become snakes more than once," Hannibal said. "At this point, we make it a point to stay prepared."

"This is a first for both of us," Fenris said, looking down at Fjord again. "Neither of us have been here that long."

"It becomes somewhat less alarming after a time," Hannibal said, "although the island is forever finding new adventures for us."

His espresso came up, and he excused himself for a moment to get it.

"Please, visit us, I insist. We're on Phoenix Place, the little road just opposite the Portalocity office. Choose an evening that works for you, and I will make dinner. And see that the cats remain out of the way," he added wryly. Nobody needed to see them eaten. Or Jono venomously killing the first thing that tried.

"Any evening save Friday," Fenris said, "Fjord works."

That made him pause. Fjord couldn't really work if he hadn't transformed back by then. Except Fjord would climb out of his snakey little skin for defaulting on a responsibility. He was going to have to take Fjord to the bar. Well. That would be an adventure.

"Thank you. He is very badly allergic to cats. I don't think it would be good for him to sneeze."

He raised both eyebrows and asked both Hannibal and Jono, "Can snakes even do that?"

Hannibal smiled, amused. "They can, yes. Their respiratory systems are quite sensitive. I'll make certain to keep the cats away, then, just in case."

He thought about it. "Thursday, or Sunday? Saturday night is the Homecoming dance at the school, and as a teacher, I should attend."

"No sneezing," Fenris told Fjord, as if he would have any ability to control it if it happened.

"Thursday would be my preference," he answered Hannibal. Then he paused again. "Fjord is also a teacher. Is it expected that he should attend this dance?"

Fjord, for his part, withdrew into the pocket and hid.

Fenris considered how Fjord would react if he changed back in a room full of students. Some of whom were in his class. He would expire from acute embarrassment on the spot.

"...Perhaps a sick note."

"I believe that would be perfectly acceptable," Hannibal agreed.

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