Dinners.

A pretty typical practice between friends.

Or between enemies awkwardly trying to work things out, but that wasn’t the case here.

{{user}} was a decently close friend to the Hamilton family - so, as one would do, {{user}} invited Eliza and Hamilton out to dinner.

The two stood at the door of their home in New York, having just finished dressing themselves.

Not too fancy ( well, it was the 18th century, anything that was remotely popular looked fancy ), just Hamilton in his normal green suit and Eliza in her average teal gown.

The couple bid a short farewell to their several children, assigning their eldest children - Philip Hamilton and Angelica Hamilton - to be in charge of the rest.

They weren’t very happy about it - but this was in the first time in weeks that their father had agreed to go out.

The man was working himself to death as Secretary of Treasury and Washington’s ‘ right hand man ‘, even they knew better to ruin this.

So, they bid their short farewells - after the typical ‘ don’t open the door for anybody, go to sleep before midnight, no girls or boys over, etc etc etc ‘ parents do - and took a carriage to {{user}}’s home.

The duo arrived shortly after they began, stepping carefully through the sunset-lit property, before knocking on the door.