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Pick Your Poison, Thursday

Margo had exhausted every last portal magic book she could find on this stupid island, same for the teleporting. That left her no option besides moving on to the weirder shit.

“Wait, bees are horomancers? You’re shitting me.”

If anyone needed her, she was behind the counter reading some really fucking weird bullshit about magical animals.

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Ignore Margo! Leave your money on the counter!

Or don’t ignore Margo! It’s a free country.

Hannibal dropped by around lunch time with an insulated bag over his shoulder, smiling as he saw Margo. "Good afternoon, your majesty. I come bearing gifts."

“Words her majesty likes,” Margo said, looking up from her book. “You can enter.”

"Pleased to hear it." Hannibal bowed and came in, gesturing from his bag to the counter. "May I?"

“Yeah, you may,” Margo said. She leaned back and crossed her legs. “More people should pay me tribute around here.”

"Well, I certainly hope it meets with your approval."

Hannibal pulled out a number of dishes, opening and setting them down. "Butternut squash bruschetta with pomegranate, French onion and bleu cheese tart, brie and prosciutto shortbread, five-spice duck and shiitake pies, and apple pithiviers."

He finished with a set of silverware, then brought out a bottle wrapped in quilted fabric and a glass. "And mulled wine, of course."

And there was certainly enough of everything to take home to Eliot, too.

“Well, this shot past lunch right into a state banquet,” Margo said. She didn’t sound like she disapproved, like, at all.

Hannibal smiled and set the wine down. "Consider it an audition. I was thinking of having Thanksgiving dinner at my house, and I would appreciate some help in planning and decorating, if you would be interested. If not, consider this a hopefully adequate tribute to your majesty."

Margo leaned over to pluck a piece of shortbread from the spread with a very dainty, delicate touch. She felt like she should be conjuring up that faux-fur coat from the Trials.

She took a bite.

“It’ll do,” she decided. She lifted her chin. “Do you have a theme, or are you just going basic Thanksgiving?”

"I hadn't decided yet," Hannibal answered. "I generally try not to go too ridiculously American, given that I'm an immigrant, my husband was British, and half the people here aren't even from the planet. An autumn theme is good. Previously, I've used foliage, fabric, and bones as centerpieces. But then again, I don't have magic."

“And not everybody appreciates the horror-goth vibe over dinner,” Margo said.

She wasn’t judging. If. . . mostly because she had to stop and finish the rest of that shortbread first.

Hannibal gave a nod in acknowledgement. "I prefer to think of it as honoring the origins of one's food, but yes. Still, I find cornucopias a bit overdone."

“Ugh, yeah,” Margo said. “But there’s a middle road in there somewhere. How about me and El come over sometime next week, scope your place out?”

"That would be perfect," Hannibal answered. "You're not allergic to cats, I hope?"

“Nah,” Margo said. She tilted her head thoughtfully. “Anything else I gotta know before walking in, besides ‘where do you even live’?”

"There are flamingos on the lawn." Hannibal looked pained. They were glittery, Margo! "Live ones. Best to leave them alone; as tacky as they may be, they do act as guards. And if you can feel magic, there is a spell on the house to prevent harm to anyone inside it." He thought. "Those should be the only relevant issues. And it's the house on Phoenix Place."

Edited 2021-11-05 22:41 (UTC)

“A protection spell, huh? Sounds useful,” Margo said. “Also sounds like a challenge to any idiot with something to prove.”

So half the men on the island, give or take.

“But that sounds manageable, though we might have to figure out how to work around the flamingos.”

"So far the only issues with the spell have been when the entire house gets dropped into a hole or set on fire." Hannibal sighed.

"The flamingos can be bribed to stay under the porch on the ground level, if necessary," he added. "Usually."

Edited 2021-11-04 16:33 (UTC)

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