'tis the season

[beathach]

Who: Hank, Raven, Charles, and Erik
Broadcast: none
Action: Corona
When: Forward-dated to after Christmas

[docking at the hotel had been something of a godsend. Originally he was going to attempt to cook himself, but with all of the restaurants at the hotel available, he opted to choose one of them instead. Likely for the best, because he wasn't the greatest cook.

He'd done his research, however, and the dinner - while nothing overly fancy - still had some traditional Christmas and Hanukkah foods - or at least, as close as they could get to them, all things considered. He tried, okay.

But it was a holiday dinner for the four of them, and that was the most important part. It was a first for their family, after all]

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[exothermia]

[Nor will Erik. He's already spent a few days in a low mood; it comes and goes. These days, it goes a little faster, at least.]

And what would you say is one of them? If you had to name one.

[axiomed]

[ He pauses. ]

The opportunities, I guess. I love the school but it's not - bad being away for a while.

[exothermia]

[Erik takes a sip from his wine glass, mulling that over.]

It would be hard to find the time.

[axiomed]

My time is well spent.

But I've never had time for myself unless I'm here. It just - wasn't as important.

[exothermia]

Mmm. [He's not unfamiliar with that manner of thinking. Charles has had it for a long time. And he's not about to discredit the importance of the school or Charles's work on it.]

It is something that this place has in abundance.

[axiomed]

I suppose.

[ It's transcient, unfortunately. It'll be forgotten. Or just - gone. ]

I can't say I mind it either way.

[exothermia]

I'm glad to hear it.

[axiomed]

[ Charles takes a sip of his wine. He briefly considers slipping into Erik's mind - but dismisses it. ]

I suppose I am too.

[exothermia]

[Erik moves some salad onto his plate, considering the spread once more.]

It takes getting used to. I know that I still feel like I should be doing something more... useful, rather than something for myself.

[axiomed]

I would argue that doing things for yourself is very useful but I can understand the need to move on from that.

[exothermia]

[There's a pause as Erik shifts in his seat, the idea of 'moving on' still striking a discordant tone in him. He's able to square it away faster than before. He sounds thoughtful more than anything when he speaks again.]

No, I understand that. It's just not something I've considered that much before.

[Like Charles, he hadn't thought it important most of the time.]

[axiomed]

[ He nods sipping his wine and letting it rest. ]

[exothermia]

[It's fine to go quiet for a while. Erik doesn't find it awkward anymore, not the way it had been weeks ago. He takes up his own wine glass, looking at the other patrons of the restaurant chattering softly.]

[axiomed]

[ He follows Erik's gaze. ]

It's someone's anniversary. The waiter is thinking urgently not to miss the cue.

[exothermia]

[Erik raises his eyebrows at Charles briefly, before looking back at the couple.]

And then what... he brings in the champagne?

[axiomed]

The equivalent of it, probably. I don't know how to pronounce it.

[exothermia]

The gesture remains the same, regardless of what it's called.

They picked a nice spot for it.

[axiomed]

The ambiance is nice. At least from what I can sense.

[exothermia]

It is.

[And the view is spectacular. He can't fault anyone who lives in this universe coming to this hotel for something like an anniversary, if it's within their means. He watches as the waiter finally swoops in with the bottle, which spews pink smoke once it's uncorked.]

...although, I think we should avoid trying that one.

[axiomed]

Where's your sense of adventure, Erik?

[exothermia]

Somewhere back in my forties.

[axiomed]

That was your most adventurous period.

[exothermia]

It was certainly eventful.

[He rests his chin on his hand, watching the waiter pour out the mysterious drink.]

And there were periods that were more misadventure.

[axiomed]

Were there now?

[exothermia]

[Erik shoots him a glance, the very picture of seriousness.]

One or two.