Milliways, 2013

[this_isaturn]

David's room is still rather plainly appointed, but not unlike his room at the Warehouse. If anything, the largest difference is that he has a small table.
He was never in the habit of eating in his room before, but here it's all he has, if he wants his Friday evenings to go uninterrupted.
When Helena comes upstairs, she'll find the table already set for dinner. The Sabbath candles aren't lit yet, naturally, but the menorah's first three are.

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[timelessinventor]

"It meant a lot, darling." Helena grins and sits down in a chair that looks like one she sat in many times, many years ago. "I did not realize it was that time of year yet." She waves a hand at the menorah. "I don't believe it is back home. At least Artie hasn't broken out his menorah yet."

[this_isaturn]

"It seems it is here, at least. The Bar gave some poor fellow a turkey menorah - something to do with Thanksgiving, for some reason."
David still doesn't get it. But then, Mr. Knox didn't either, so he doesn't feel that bad.
Before he gets a chance to sit down, the door nudges open. "Ah, that'll be dinner." He takes the tray from the rat at the door and sets it on the table.

[timelessinventor]

Helena gets up from the chair, and walks over to the table. "This looks quite good, darling." A grin. "You get to have some of the sorts of food you're used to again without scrambling for them."

[this_isaturn]

"And without hoping I haven't just been handed a ham and cheese sandwich." Though the one time that did happen, the person responsible was quite apologetic. That was also the only time David held out for something else before dashing off to deal with a case.
He checks over the spread - wine and challah, as is customary; latkes, since at least in Milliways it's that time of year; beef, green beans, and some doughnuts for dessert - and smiles. "Just a moment."

(There's no woman of the house, of course, but by now he's used to seeing to the candles and the blessing himself.)

[timelessinventor]

Helena remembers that moment. It was more than a bit awkward.

She stands quietly, hands behind her back, closing her eyes at his blessing. Once he is done, she smiles at him and sits down.

"It has been a while since I joined you."

[this_isaturn]

"I couldn't exactly bring the celebration to you. That would have been asking for trouble." And more than a bit creepy.
"But given how your week began, I thought you could use it."

[timelessinventor]

"I do not believe there are any fire-activated Artifacts around the Bronze sector, darling." She smirks at him and shakes her head.

"I do thank you, darling. Remembering the past without losing my mind is probably a good exercise."

[this_isaturn]

"That it is. Focus on the good for an evening, and all that."
There's nothing wrong with remembering those lost, but this isn't an evening for mourning.

[timelessinventor]

"Exactly."

Helena grins at him, and almost on instinct, starts serving dinner. She is a Victorian lady, even though everyone (including her) forget that sometimes.