Jono squinted for a moment, but shrugged it off when that moment was through. The other added bonus to being a telepath was that he could tell when his husband was lying to his face.

//Two or three, then,// he replied, //though he's so trolleyed right now, it probably won't take much anyway...//

He gave Sparkle a quick, fairly non-intrusive suggestion to just keep sleeping until he was sober. And then he tilted his head at Hannibal again.

//So, why Toronto?//