Okay, so it had been decided that they were to make cookies. Double chocolate chip, which, though Jono wasn't exactly a fan, Hannibal had assured him they had ingredients for, and Alluka had requested specifically. With those big bright eyes of her. Jono was still a sucker for big girl eyes. Especially after the string of somewhat distressing questions that came before.
So, before long, through the front door came a small parade that involved Alluka and a small army of stuffed toys taking up the lead, and one Jono, being pulled along behind by one hand.
//Hannibal, we're home!//
Please, please have a good cookie recipe.
[OOC: For the two mentioned! Or texts or phone calls or whatever, too.]
- Hannibal's House, (and More or Less Also Jono's), Monday Afternoon