Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} indelibleink) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog, |
A small smirk curved her lips at Claudia's late pick up of the allusion to the Christmas dinner situation. So all right, she did understand it was one thing if Claudia wasn't told not to tell. Still, it wasn't exactly something one could just unload in one, blunt statement to Helena. She was from a time and place where takeout for Christmas dinner was not the thing. They would spend time making the meal themselves as a family. It had been something that Helena had truly enjoyed about the season. It was also the only way that Helena would not grumble or complain about doing domestic-type things. She loved the holiday, the decorating, the carols, the atmosphere, the people. Even now she remembered her house always smelling like chestnuts during the holiday season, and it was a scent she rather missed. "Well then, I can understand that." Which was about all she had left to say on that particular matter.
"I do find myself suddenly sympathizing with my mother in some regards. I was not exactly the easiest child to put up with." Which really wouldn't be surprising to any of the Warehouse agents who knew her. "Though she does have something that I did not at her age; a friend close to her own age." It was no doubt a bit strange for Claudia to hear that. After all, Helena was rather the social person and had no issue with making friends. But that hadn't always been the case. Through no fault of her own, she'd been graced with an intellect far beyond her years, and thus it had been difficult for her to make friends until she was a teenager and started branching out on her own. She'd always been too bored with those that were her own age and of average intelligence. Then there was the fact she was female and thus unable to truly learn what she wished to, so she'd turned to making her mother's life a living hell by acting out. Silently, Helena hoped that the younger Anakin's friendship would help quell that part of her younger self. But it really remained to be seen whether their friendship would end with the castle exploding or not.
At the question of other Christmas traditions, Helena's mind traveled backwards in time. There was a momentary look of melancholy on her face before she brushed it aside. "If there is no tree decorating, I fear there will be a revolt. There must certainly be a tree. And chestnuts. Even now I still remember the scent of chestnuts filling my home during the season."