Hannibal had made breakfast already today: quiche lorraine, cafe au lait, walnut and fig bread, and orange juice. The cats had been fed their own meals. That meant the kitchen was free for Hannibal to try his hand at soft pretzels, both plain and with a variety of fillings.

Between Liz living here and Guillermo coming to visit, there would be more people here than there had been in...far too long. Was he becoming a hermit? That would simply not do. He should plan a dinner party. Or perhaps a summery party using the outside grill and kitchen? Hm. He could even do both!



[Expecting one, but open to the current roomie or anyone else that wants to smell food and drop in!]