75 Godiva Street, Saturday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot's phone had stopped ringing. That was awesome. On the other hand he felt like he'd gotten thrown around by a carnival ride -- again -- and there seemed to be a weight sitting right on his chest.

Val lapped at his chin. The weight on his chest was his small-for-her-breed-but-now-full-grown puppy.

Alrighty then.

[ooc: expecting one, but also open]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal gave Eliot a slight bow. "The thought is nevertheless appreciated. Perhaps one day I can return the favor as well; it's been some time since I've created an entire cha-kaiseki meal." Since he'd made it for Jack, in fact.

[vdistinctive]

"Well, if you're lookin' for an excuse," Eliot said. "S'pose that sorta thing ain't really Jono's style."

[sharp_as_knives]

"More than you might think," Hannibal said, "but I never mind sharing my art."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot nodded. "'Swhat art's for."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Precisely." Hannibal smiled. "Art needs an audience."