Hannibal's House (In Which Jono Pretends to be Computer Illiterate), Wednesday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

Jono was bored. Bored out of the half of his bloody skull that he still had left. And normally when he was that bored, he found something to do. Generally, it was even something stupid to do. Go back to Westchester to see if Logan needed help with the students, pick a fight with something much larger than himself, contemplate a career in the

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[never_dull]

Hannibal looked up from his position at the other end of the sofa, where his book was resting on Jono's feet and he was pointedly not commenting on Jono's sudden computer literacy. "Hm?"

[furnaceface]

Really, not commenting was for the best. The moment Hannibal did, after all, that would be the moment Jono suddenly forgot how to scroll or something.

//Those songbirds that they eat whole? Ortolans, aren't they?// Jono turned his phone around to show Hannibal the picture. //Sorry, it just showed up while I was browsing.//

And Jono being Jono, he couldn't resist the urge to comment.

[never_dull]

It was almost as though Hannibal knew that about him!

Hannibal looked at the picture. He raised an eyebrow. Then he smirked. "Where on earth did you find that picture?"

[furnaceface]

//Ah...// Jono looked at his phone again. //The Archives de France used it. It looks like they're doing a lecture on gastronomy and food presentation or something of the sort.//

And now he was peering suspiciously over the phone at Hannibal.

//Why?//