This really was possibly Hannibal's favorite holiday. There wasn't any other that revolved so much around food. This year, he'd given himself a challenge to use native foods, and had ended up with braised buffalo instead of turkey, with masa polenta and savory pumpkin. There was a turkey green chili tamale pie for those who preferred not to eat red meat, roasted winter squash for the vegetarians, blue corn stuffing and sweet berry wild rice, and frybread, and for dessert, blue corn pumpkin bread with cranberry compote and sweet corn maple ice cream, and a chocolate and pinñon nutcake.

The place was smelling wonderful, the door was open, invitations had gone out over email and text to everyone Hannibal knew, with encouragement to bring anyone else they knew, an additional paper invitation had gone out to Liliana because Hannibal enjoyed his calligraphy and thought she would appreciate it, and Hannibal was ready for guests.



[If you have ever crossed paths with Hannibal (and your name is not Anakin), you got an invitation. If you happen to walk by and smell things, you can stop in, too! Or feel free to mod your being here!]