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

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[never_dull]

Shall we find more places around the world to visit? Hannibal suggested, switching to voice as he came back into the music room, plate in hand. "I've enjoyed that."

[furnaceface]

//That was a fun one, wasn't it?// Jono looked curiously at the plate in question, and then turned a glance up at Hannibal in silent inquiry before pressing on anyway. //I was thinking that, or our music appreciation class again. That was always fun, and I think even we both learned a fair bit when we were teaching it.//

Because... music. And two men with very little crossover in their usual preferred genre.

[never_dull]

"A rather prosaic sandwich," Hannibal explained, sitting in one of the plush chairs with a table next to it. It was Hannibal, so Jono was free to take that description with more salt than was in the meat.

"It's been some time since we last taught music. Why not? Did you have anything specific in mind."

[furnaceface]

Jono... was going to err on the side of caution and just leave Hannibal to his sandwich, then. If it didn't come with a fancy description of exactly what kind of meat it was and the ten different ways the ingredients for the sauce were prepared, he figured by this point that he probably didn't want to know.

So he just nodded a little.

//I was thinking something like our musical appreciation class or our... glorified field trip classes. Either something new, getting us out and about for the summer to actually take in the music live when we can, or the same lecture course we've taught before. I haven't thought too much about it, admittedly.//