Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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Running into one's beau at the pub meant walking home with one's beau which led to inviting one's beau over which led to...

Well suffice it to say Steven was a little late for work that morning. Late enough that breakfast had been an apple he grabbed while running out the door. Steven being Steven, he assumed the apple turning out to be of the caramel variety meant he must have bought that kind at some point and forgotten.

At least there was real fruit on the inside to tide him over until lunch?

Regardless, he was at the welcome desk of the museum and ready for any guests who might stop by.

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And lo, at lunchtime there was indeed a guest in the form of someone who may or may not have been responsible for Steven running a little late for work this morning.

"Hello, you," he greeted, depositing his hat in its usual spot on the welcome desk. "Time for a break."

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"Hello, you," Steven replied. He took out the sign to say he was at lunch and put it in its usual spot by Llewellyn's hat. "Haven't seen you in ages."

Ages, hours, small difference.

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“Entirely the owl’s fault,” Watts said blithely. Which was perhaps a bit unfair, as he didn’t actually have anything against Blathers. Other than the fact that Steven having to work today meant no lie-in.

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Here was hoping that anything Blathers tried to eat today didn't turn into fake insects. The poor owl would develop a complex.

"You're here now, that's what matters," Steven said. He held out his hand for Llewellyn to take if it was feeling up for it. Not that it was such a far walk to their usual lunch spot but it was still nice to hold hands.

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Watts took that offered hand, threading their fingers together, because: agreed, holding hands was nice.

“Mm, that I am,” he said, tugging Steven close for a brief kiss on the cheek.

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Steven beamed at Llewellyn with delight. "Must say the day is getting better by the moment."

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"Just you wait until we actually get to lunch," Watts said, clearly pleased with what he'd ordered today.

He was going to be so, so disappointed.

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"It's a good thing as I'm starving," Steven said. "Only managed the apple for breakfast."

Which was technically Llewellyn's fault. Not that Steven minded.

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“It’ll be a real treat, I promise,” Watts said with a smile as they approached their usual spot.

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"I already know the company who'll be eating with me so that's a treat right there," Steven said.

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Well, hopefully that would make up for the trick the island had decided to play. Watts began to pull out the contents of the bag and frowned. Instead of what he'd actually ordered, there were bat-shaped nachos, deviled potatoes, bananas wrapped in some sort of pastry and brownies.

Had you ever wanted to see your beau deflate like a sad little balloon, Steven? Because that was what was happening now, Watts’s shoulders hunching downwards in an unconscious effort to make himself as small as possible.

“This is… not at all what I had ordered.”

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Steven had actually thought the food looked fun, but that was when he thought Llewellyn had ordered it on purpose. When he saw how sad Llewellyn looked he put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh no, did they get it wrong?"

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“Utterly,” Watts said. “I don’t even- what is all of this?” yes, he more or less recognized each of the individual items, but he was still visibly thrown by the fact that it was not what he had ordered.

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This felt like a moment for a hug. Steven went to wrap his arms around Llewellyn. "Looks on theme for the holiday? Maybe the restaurant was doing something special and they didn't tell you."

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“They ought to have,” Watts grumbled, accepting that hug. “Is this- all right with you?” he checked. Everything looked edible, at least.

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"I thought you ordered it on purpose," Steven said, by way of an answer. "It's not as though we've had anything like this before. Though I suppose it's a bit troubling to wonder what country has this for their regular food."

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“I had ordered Moroccan,” Watts said, still somewhat disappointed. But Steven clearly wasn’t bothered by the food, so that was actually helping his own mood a bit.

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"I would've enjoyed that too," Steven said. He kissed Llewellyn on the cheek. "Next time you've lunch, yeah? Meanwhile this can be a bit of fun. Though I may feel guilty about eating the bananas."

Not guilty enough that he wouldn't, though.

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“Wh- Oh. Because they’ve got faces,” Watts realized.

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"They seem very sweet," Steven said. "Good personalities. However, I am hungry so it is bad news for them."

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Well, good job, Steven, because you actually managed to make Watts laugh with that one.

"You are very sweet," he countered, utterly fond.

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Steven gave Llewellyn a kiss, happy to see him laughing. "As are you. Shall we make the best of it?."

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"Nothing else to be done about it, I suppose," Watts decided. Was he still disappointed, and perhaps a little annoyed? Yes. Absolutely. But he was also in good company, and he was hungry.

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"Can I do anything to make your day brighter?" Steven asked as he took a seat. He immediately helped himself to one of the bananas since there was no point making them wait for their inevitable fate.

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"You're already doing that," Watts admitted. Just by being there, and also by not dismissing his initial disappointment over the meal he'd selected. Though that second thing was a bit harder to actually articulate.