The park, Thursday evening

[sharp_man]

Hannibal had no idea who, if anybody, would show up for this, but it was a lovely evening, and he had no problem eating on his own in the park if needed.

He'd brought plenty of extra everything in case anybody dropped by, though.

He lay down a blanket, then set out an assortment of gourmet finger sandwiches (cucumber and mint, fig and bacon...several different things), along with a large amount of crudités, some very good coffee, and two bottles of wine.

He also had a few lanterns in case it started getting dark, although at this time of year that would be a while.

[Open to anybody who got his invitation, who suspects they might at some point, or who just happens to be wandering by!]

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[meepmeepmeep]

Was Beaker all dressed up, in from...wherever it was Beaker went when wasn't here...ready for a date with Hannibal?

It was possible, folks.

"Meep meep meep," Beaker said, pulling out a bouquet of flowers from somewhere. Don't ask. It didn't explode, at least?

[sharp_man]

Hannibal was surprised for a moment. "You weren't the one to leave the message, but you got mine, I'm assuming?"

He bowed politely and took the flowers; it would be rude not to. "Thank you. Would you like some food and drink?"

Thank everything that he'd brought electric lanterns instead of candles.

[meepmeepmeep]

Give him time and Beaker would find a way for something to go wrong. It was his gift.

"Meep meep meep," Beaker agreed, nodding eagerly.

[sharp_man]

"Please." Hannibal gestured for him to sit. "Coffee, or wine?" He held them up so that hopefully Beaker could point.

[meepmeepmeep]

Beaker on coffee was just no one's idea of a good time, so thankfully (ish), Beaker pointed helpfully to the wine.

More seductive, right?

[sharp_man]

Well, wine was more flammable, but hopefully Beaker couldn't catch fire without some sort of heat, so Hannibal would pour a glass and give it to him.

He was definitely ignoring any effort at seduction, though. Sorry, Beaker.

[meepmeepmeep]

Well, Beaker would just have to turn up the seduction, then! Surely nothing horrifying could go wrong with this plan!

Beaker took the wine and swirled it in his glass like he knew what the heck he was doing. (He did not.) "Meep meep meep!"

Yep, sure was wine.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal would just choose to interpret that as either a thank you or a comment on the quality. "Thank you."

He nodded toward the sandwiches and handed Beaker a plate. "Help yourself, please."

[meepmeepmeep]

"Meep meep meep meep meep meep," Beaker said with his mouth full.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal winced a little, but did his best to stay polite.

"So, what have you been doing since you left here?"

He wouldn't understand the answer, but they couldn't exactly just sit there in silence, either.

[meepmeepmeep]

"Meep meep mee--" Beaker began, going on for a while like this.

Wasn't that clear, Hannibal?

Sometimes Beaker added in explosion noises, too.

[sharp_man]

"So, as expected, then," Hannibal noted. "It's been rather action-packed in Jono's world, too. Fandom is almost quiet by comparison."

[meepmeepmeep]

"Meep meep meep meep," Beaker said. Jono wasn't...around, right? Because that would really mess vibe he was going for, complete with the squirrel mariachi band that was arriving.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille wasn't sure the message had been for her, or if the whole thing had been a joke, but she decided to walk past the park, in case Hannibal would be there.

She smiled as she approached, a little cautiously though.

"I wasn't sure who the invitation was for."

[sharp_man]

Hannibal smiled. "Lucille, please, join us. Honestly, I wasn't certain who I'd be inviting, given the way the phones were behaving. But I'm pleased you could make it."