Jono was on the couch (yes, still the IKEA couch) with Joni curled up in his lap, reading, when Hannibal thought at him.

After a pause that lasted a few moments, he nodded his head a little.

//The usual,// he reported, //so don't get too carried away making breakfast. She'll want to help, I'm certain.//

And then, to the company in question, he said, //Angela, luv, feel free to let yourself in when you get here.//

//Oh, honestly. I'm in the living room, luv. Reading.// A pause. //And slightly trapped, but by the cat, thank you.//

And then, because she'd said as much, //Angela is threatening your knives if you're not up and at 'em, Hannibal.//

//Teens, I think, unless her younger self's mental voice has matured a fair bit,// Jono replied. //If that's the case, we might want to have a talk with our little one about the phrase, 'shacked up,' and why not to break her father's brain with it, ever.//

Jono rolled his eyes, clearly thinking something that would've been a grumble if he'd bothered projecting it, before offering, to Angela, //Pancakes? Crepes? Something else, luv? And please tell me you're almost here so I don't have to keep playing telephone?//

... Wait, he didn't have to keep playing telephone, did he?

Dammit, the both of you.

//Angela, Sunshine,// Jono called, setting his book to the side and taking a moment to evict Joni from his lap. //I require a hug, you know.//

That was a rule he'd absolutely just made up, right there.

One that Jono was returning in kind, hugging her tightly right back before leaning back to look her over again.

//You keep coming back,// he mused, //I can only assume at this point that in some future time, Hannibal and I are going to have to resign ourselves to having shared custody of you, with our younger selves getting you on weekends or something.//

//You're making me share? Well, that's terribly unfair,// Jono teased, even as he started toward the kitchen. //Hannibal, company's arrived!//

//You're trouble, but you're our trouble,// Jono added, helpfully.

//And she gets it from you,// Jono continued.

As he, you know, took a half-step back for no reason at all.

Jonothon gave an ever-so-expressive roll of his eyes, but shrugged and started to pull down dishes to set the table all the same.

//Fine, fine. I'll save myself the trouble of setting a place for myself, though.//