fh_trips | Akureyri, Iceland, Thursday Evening

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Akureyri, Iceland, Thursday Evening

And it's back on the buses for a couple more stops before we reach tonight's lodgings. We'll be stopping at the Mývatn Nature Baths and Goðafoss Waterfall. Your accommodations tonight will be near Akureyri, in the heart of Eyjafjordur (Eyjafjörður), a truly sensational fjord. Hopefully, the northern lights will dance their magic across the night sky!

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Hannibal had bought a bottle or two of Brennivín. He wasn't in the habit of drinking to cope with things, but he suspected some of the other instructors might be, after today.

And they were all invited. Yes, even the ones he despised. If the students could have a room party, why couldn't the chaperones? They had Beaker to deal with.

"Brennivin?" Hello, Hannibal. Jono was leaning in to investigate... whatever that was you were drinking, there. "Are you planning on sharing?"

Since there were multiple bottles, he could certainly hope.

"Of course," Hannibal said. He topped off his glass and passed it over to Jono. "It's caraway flavored. A local specialty, apparently."

"... Well, that sounds... ah."

He shrugged and reached to take the glass.

"Different," he settled on, and then took a drink.

... Yes. Different.

"Different," Hannibal agreed. "Interesting."

"Caraway...ey."

Absolutely a word now.

Jono was looking around the room for something that was not caraway flavoured to get the taste off his tongue with.

Hannibal passed him the carafe of (lukewarm) coffee. "Not to your taste?"

"Apparently not," Jono muttered, taking the coffee and shaking his head. "Though I suspect if I help you with enough of this, I won't much care either way."

"I may have to find other uses for it. Perhaps in cooking."

He was still drinking it, though. He didn't mind it so much.

"So you can spring it on me when I least expect it?"

Jon was on to you, Lecter.

"So I can find a more palatable use for it," Hannibal corrected. "You should know by now that if I use it, it will taste good."

"To your mouth," Jono corrected right back. "Not everybody shares your tastes, Hannibal."

There was a very large 'case in point' here that Jono was just not going to bother with. too easy.

"I may have made things you don't enjoy, but have I ever attempted to feed you any?" Hannibal asked.

Jono was squinting a little.

"In all my years of eating food around you?"

Okay, admittedly there had been a few back in his blue period.

"Correct," Hannibal said. "Have I ever deliberately fed you anything I had a reason to believe you wouldn't enjoy?"

"Deliberately, no," Jono allowed. "But there's a bloody big difference between, 'I've never deliberately fed you something you don't like,' and 'if I use it, it will taste good.'"

Case in point, he'd handed Jono this schnapps in the first place.

"Even you, Hannibal, are human."

Much as you often hated to accept it.

"Not in this," Hannibal promised. He hadn't known Jono wouldn't like the schnapps when he'd passed it over. "If I use it in something and feed that to you, you will enjoy it. Otherwise, what would be the point?"

"I don't know," Jono mused, "I've had your idea of fish and chips before..."

Delicious and disappointing, because Hannibal couldn't make greasy fish and soggy fries, as nature intended.

"And they were good," Hannibal said firmly. "You can't say you didn't enjoy them, even if they weren't the treat of Valentine's Day."

"They were good," Jono allowed, smirking and rolling his eyes.

Hannibal, your pride was an absolutely absurd thing.

Excuse you, Hannibal's pride was precisely as large as was merited.

"There, you see?"

He offered Jono the glass again. "Yes or no?"

"Ugh, pass," Jono replied, shaking his head. "I'll be here with what's left of your room temperature coffee."

A pause.

"I wonder how that goes in room temperature coffee..."

Every day with a mouth was a taste adventure.

He had to make the worst of the best of it before he inevitably blew it out all over again.

"Feel free to try." Hannibal held the glass out again, this time so he could pour the coffee in if he wanted to.

It couldn't make it worse, could it?

See Jono. See Jono merrily make his terrible life choice, pouring that coffee into that cup and then bringing it to his mouth for a swig.

...

...

And then another.

"Better. Looks like coffee can save anything."

"It usually can, yes." Hannibal grinned. "Shall I order some more?"

Edited 2019-02-23 23:15 (UTC)

"I'll never say no to more coffee."

And that was why Jonothon wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

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