Armed with fish and chips from the visiting chip van and a six pack of beer, he waited hopefully as Daniel just stared at him."Thought you could use some food," Sean offered helpfully."Don't you have patients?""Nope." Sean sounded way too cheerful. "Not tonight." He inclined his head. "I'm on call for emergencies.""So no beer for you then." Daniel let him stand there stewing, getting an almost perverse pleasure in watching Sean squirm. "And I can't drink on my meds," Daniel pointed out helpfully."One won't hurt." Sean looked around him as if someone might have heard him slip from professionalism. Daniel stood to one side."You'd best come in then, Doc."The fish was steamed inside the batter to perfection, the chips chunky and hot, and the vinegar tart on his tongue. He heard the bell from the van every week, but he could never be bothered to stumble out and buy himself dinner, instead relying on cans and boxes in his own kitchen. That was something that would have to be remedied this time next week now he had a taste of them.
