Hank "why this" McCoy (
beathach) wrote in
driftfleet2016-12-23 04:15 am
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'tis the season
Who: Hank, Raven, Charles, and Erik
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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]
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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Perhaps the tiki hut in the beach section was booked out.
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There go my plans for the weekend.
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How are you?
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[ The question makes her pause, though, and she considers for a moment before she blinks and nods her head. ]
I'm... Good. Things feel oddly comfortable.
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But I can't say I haven't appreciated what's available here.
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Hank outdid himself.
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He did. Just making the effort for something like this... it means a lot. [For all of them.]
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[He gestures to one of the plates with a fork.]
You ought to try one of the latkes. Or whatever Hank has managed to spirit up that seems like them.
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[ Still, she follows his lead, taking one for her own plate and humming curiously. ]
Promise they're good?
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[ She helps herself all the same, shaking her head. ]
It looks better than what I used to eat as a kid too.
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[This is an exaggeration, but it did form a fairly big part of their conversation that one time.]
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[ She just gives him a dirty look. Jerk. ]
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[He sounds so pensive, as he eats another latke. Not at all teasing her.]
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[ And she nudges him under the table just to make the point clear. ]
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