[Hunter #7] It's Five O'Clock Somewhere

[vampycabanaboy]

[The fire station | Open]Ever since the whole zombie thing, Hannibal hadn't really left the house much. His mind was troubled, a mix between what had happened there and his own want to be back home, leaving him in a slump that he hadn't been in since he had been a vampire. It was almost a week after that he finally made himself get dressed for work

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[nyanpirenya]

[Nyanpire is a creature of simple desires and drives. Snuggles. Snacks. Blood. The last one, he hasn't so much wanted as of arriving in Mayfield.... but the other two? YES. He is on the search for them!

Snacks seem to be the most likely thing he'll find today. He's following his nose, and what he smells smells spicy. It smells red. It will be delicious.]

Nyaaaa! So taaaaasty smelling....

[So have yourself a little black kitten poking around.]

[vampycabanaboy]

It did smell good! Four hours of simmering and cooking was enough to get the chili just right the way his dad had taught him to make it. As much as King didn't talk about his life prior to being a vampire, it was one of the things he didn't mind sharing. Food brought people together so... why not feed the people who wanted a free meal? In the kitchen the man was drinking off a beer and trying to get the oven to work long enough to get some cornbread going. Yes. Cornbread- the man could cook some things when he wanted to. That was he was trying to fiddle with the oven when he heard the tiny voice from in the room.

Looking left and right he had expected to see a kid possibly playing hooky from school yet saw no one there at all. It wasn't until he blinked and looked down that he saw the kitten. "Did... you just... talk?" Why hes the man was perplexed. He hadn't crossed any talking animals yet in his life.

[nyanpirenya]

Nyaa! I talked!

[What was with all of the people in this town being surprised that he could talk? It seemed quite natural to him.

The smell of the spice that he had been tracking was definitely hanging heavy on this guy. Aaah, the cook? Nyanpire padded over, smiling up at him.]

Are you cooking? It smells good! Can I have some? I'm hungry. I want some!

[Please? What is this "please" that you speak of? He was cute! People should just give him things. It was only right.]

[vampycabanaboy]

Well, generally, animals didn't talk where King was from. Unless you counted the general animal sounds they made. For a second the man paused looking back at the pot of chili that was cooking happily away wondering if he had inhaled to much spice to make the cat look like it was talking. But when he took one deep breath and pondered the idea it had never happened before when he'd made the stuff. So King just chalked it up to Mayfield being Mayfield.

"Think you can handle it, squirt? It's pretty strong..." An amused look crossed the Hunter's face as he looked down at Nya, lightly crossing his arms and considering just how funny this was. Could the cat handle it? Yes this would be interesting indeed.

[ooeeooahah]

[ The spice mix Ilsa detects as she passes near the fire hall is something almost like home, and definitely not anything the drones would cook up. Besides, it's the fire hall, some really nice guys work there, and might be on duty now. ]

[ She pokes her head in the door to see who's about and if they need a hand. ]

[vampycabanaboy]

The drones in the town wished they could make chili this good.

Back in the kitchen the radio was going, the sounds of a man trying to sing along as he worked painfully hitting the ears. Hannibal couldn't carry a note if he wanted, but finding no one else around for the moment he didn't much care not to at least try. Everything was cooking away with the chili nearly finished. He couldn't help but stop and do taste tests every few minutes just to see what else it needed. All he needed to do was get that right picky oven going...

Which meant he totally wasn't paying attention to possibly hurting Ilsa's poor ears. Sorry!

[ooeeooahah]

[ It could be worse, he could be trying to sing along with Maria Callas. ]

[ However, considering her interest in chilies and related culinary adjuncts, she's willing to brave the sounds... and it isn't as if he sings as bad as she dances. ]

Hey, Hannibal?

[vampycabanaboy]

Please don't give him any ideas. Knowing King, poor Carolyn would be stuck hearing it by the time they both got home from 'work'. Tossing another handful of finishing touches in to the pot he didn't hear the woman approaching until she had spoken to him. Needless to say the man flailed a little pulling the spoon from the pot and literally flinging red stuff up on to the kitchen ceiling.

Hannibal blinked looking back wide-eyed at Ilsa making sure he hadn't hit her before looking up at the mess he'd just made. Oh well- maybe he could get one of the other guys to clean it up if he played his cards right. Being a few beers in then using a ladder wasn't... a good idea. A wry grin crossed his face as he looked back to the woman, replacing the spoon in the pot. "Hey I remember you- you are the woman that was with the guy missing the hand right?"