'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]

Comments

[exothermia]

...why?

[beathach]

Curiosity?

[exothermia]

I must have run low, after last month. [The two of them had had enough curiosity to last them for a long time.]

[beathach]

Understandably. [all things considered, he isn't too surprised Erik didn't bother after what happened] Besides, I imagine you had enough adventure getting the perfume turned off in your room.

[exothermia]

Don't remind me.

[beathach]

. . . that bad?

[exothermia]

No, I just don't need to be reminded of it.

[beathach]

[he holds up his hands, even if he still looks faintly amused] I won't bring it up again.

[exothermia]

[A smart move, given that in a few days time the perfume will reset itself, and the saga will start again. Erik goes back to his food, pausing every so often to look out over the rest of the restaurant.]

[beathach]

[Hank goes back to his food as well, opting to try some of the things he hasn't had before. He glances up to catch Erik looking out across the restaurant]

It's pretty quiet here during the day. I think they do most of their business during the dinner rush.

[exothermia]

I'm surprised they keep daily hours. It's not as though the sun rises or sets in space.

[beathach]

Mm, I thought it was interesting. Some of the other places don't bother, though. Which - I guess is a good thing, when you wake up craving something.

[or you just can't sleep and want to wander around]

[exothermia]

Well, I did notice they don't have set times they serve breakfast.

[beathach]

Ah - that's good to know. I thought that they'd follow the planet's day and night cycle, but - [he shrugs, taking a sip of wine]

[exothermia]

I can't say if all the restaurants are the same. There's too many to check myself.

[beathach]

Not with that attitude. [he says it a little deadpanned, but he's joking] I imagine many of them are similar to each other, though.

[exothermia]

I believe so.

[beathach]

Most of them are decent, at least. Albeit pricey depending on where you go.

[exothermia]

I'm not exactly lacking in funds.

[The soap opera of mutants, it never ends.]

[beathach]

Well - neither am I. [thanks neverending soap opera] But that doesn't mean I'm going to pay ridiculous prices for food.

[exothermia]

You mean you don't want to try the Nebula Sundae for five hundred credits?

[It's definitely something Erik has seen around the beach area. He had to stare at it. Sure, it had some kind of topping that glittered convincingly, but for an ice cream?]

[beathach]

Not particularly. I like ice cream, but not that much.

[exothermia]

I don't think anyone likes it that much.

[A beat.]

Raven, maybe.

[beathach]

I can think of a couple of people who would.

[exothermia]

There's always a vice.