Rachel arrived for dinner at their apartment with a menorah, candles, a bag of chocolate coins, and a handful of dreidels.

“This isn’t a Hanukkah party, Rachel,” Kurt said.

“But it’s the fourth night of Hanukkah,” Rachel said. “I have to light the menorah tonight anyway, so I figured I’d just bring it here and share the tradition with you. Come on, it’s fun, and no big deal, it’ll take two minutes, three minutes tops.”

“Share it with us?” Kurt said with a skeptical tone. “You mean share it with Asher. Who is six months old and won’t even have any idea what’s going on. You know who will be asking a bunch of questions about it? Colin. And what are we supposed to tell him?”

“Um … that Aunt Rachel is celebrating Hanukkah and he can have a piece of gelt?” she suggested.

“We agreed that you wouldn’t try to push your faith on our kids,” Kurt reminded her.

“And I’m not pushing! I’m just … celebrating my own holiday in your presence.”

“Rachel? No breaking out into song.”

“I would never,” she assured him.

She sang two Hebrew prayers and Ma’oz Tzur.