What a happy surprise!
The diner crowd was all dressed in sharp 1940’s suits. Della was in a dove grey gabardine, reminiscent of Bergman in Casablanca. It quickly became clear that this WAS the 1940s. I hadn't time traveled (boyhowdy, that'd be FUN) – this was just where we were in time. Sadly, the decade didn’t feature in the story line in any other way – just in how everyone was kitted out. Cool but maybe my brain's hinting that I should watch some classic film noir.
There weren’t any standout happenings, no serious denouement – it was just a happy dream about my cousin and how great she and her kids (Logan made a post bistro appearance too) looked in styles from the ‘40s. Happy, not creepy, not weird and not an exhausting sack time journey. I could use more sleepy-time fancies like this.