Hestia had managed to leave the hospital almost on time, and she'd quickly made her way home to her flat. After washing up and deciding what to wear for dinner with Viktor that evening, she did a quick sweep over her flat. She couldn't remember when she'd last slept there, but it was necessary for her to keep up an appearance of somewhat living in her flat. After deciding that the place was too tidy, something she'd never thought before, Hestia pulled a few books from their shelves and rumpled the sheets on her bed a bit.
She'd already done her baking at the safehouse, as well as wrapping the little presents she'd bought for Viktor, so all that was left for her to do was get dressed. That was accomplished easily enough, although the black dress she'd chosen to wear that night didn't fit quite the way she remembered it fitting the last time she wore it. There was no time to fuss too much over her dress because somebody was knocking at the door.
"Good evening, Viktor," Hestia said with a smile as she opened the door and led him into her flat. "You look nice this evening," she said as she placed a quick kiss on his lips.
"I need to grab my bag, and we'll be off. Have you been to Morgan's on Diagon? Everything on the dinner menu there is good, and there's a good variety to choose from as well."