Hannibal's House (That Jono Sometimes Turns Into A Snake In), Friday Evening

[furnaceface]

Overall, it had been one more pretty quiet sort of day. Jono had spent it playing guitar, mostly for something to do with his hands, before it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, he should be considering doing something more productive than playing 'When Doves Cry' for the millionth time.

He was really starting to wonder about this year, honestly.

//Hannibal,// he said, leaning over to set his guitar down on its stand, //have you given any thought to workshops yet this semester?//

[OOC: For that guy! Don't mind me. Getting all my ducks in a row before a convention weekend with terrible timing, alas.]