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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Helena wasn't certain she should be horrified or amused that places made bibs for adults. She went with being horrified to coincide with the rest of her feelings on this setting. That innocent smile wasn't working on Helena, it was more than obvious Claudia had chosen this place on purpose.

The "uniform" the waiter wore also horrified Helena's Victorian sensibilities which were still very much in tact despite the amount of time she'd spent in the modern world. She was certainly a case of you could take the woman out of Victorian England but you couldn't take Victorian England out of the woman. Still, Helena did follow through with ordering the ribs, though she opted for water as her beverage. She had yet to really take a liking to pop and other such beverages that Claudia favoured.

After the waiter left, Helena glanced over the surroundings again. The place suddenly reminded her of lower class pubs that she occasionally had to enter while searching for artifacts. Though this place was significantly cleaner than those pubs had been, but still. This was so very...American.

"I feel like I'm in the wild west," she commented, eyeing some of the decorations, if they could even be called that, suspiciously.