Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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Steven was pleased to see there wasn't too much work waiting for him when he got to the Museum that day. The usual amounts of mail sorting and updating records, but nothing too bad for him having had a day off last week.

He supposed that was a benefit of working in a Museum on a small island like this. Also a benefit of having an understanding boss who didn't yell when you needed a day off, or showed up a bit late, or forgot what day it was entirely.

As such, Steven was not only in his usual spot behind the Welcome Desk as he got his work done, but he was absent mindedly humming a song to himself as he did. Good moods did that to a person.

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[hasaknightjob]

As far as Steven was concerned every bit of progress counted as something to be proud of, even if some steps weren't as difficult as others.

Steven took his usual seat. He smiled at Llewellyn to let him know a joke was coming. "The food's that good then, is it?"

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Watts sat- not quite as close as he did when they were alone together, but a little closer than he'd been tending to lately.

"Hilarious," he shook his head. "Although I do hope it doesn't disappoint. It is the company I am here for."

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"Well the company is here for you," Steven told him. He would've normally followed up that sort of declaration with a kiss but he knew to let Llewellyn take the lead there even when right now it was only the two of them and the fish.

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Watts certainly wanted to, and yet- he held back, instead focusing on unpacking their lunch, which consisted of chickpea mafe, yassa and slices of tapalapa, along with two glasses of bissap.

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Steven took a deep breath as the food came out. "Smells amazing. Can't wait to tuck in."

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"The bread is mine," Watts admitted. Because yeah, he'd felt the need to make something after a week of not having that particular outlet. "But a traditional Senegalese variety. I made it this morning." Following a shopping trip for the kinds of flour this particular bread had needed.

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Steven's smile grew wider. There may have even been heart eyes. "It is? Yours?"

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Watts nodded. “I do hope you like it.” New recipes were always a little nerve-wracking, after all.

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Steven reached for the bread. "That gets tried first. High priority there."

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"Do make sure you save some for the stew," Watts said, even as he waited to see what Steven thought of it.

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Dutifully warned, Steven tore off a bite sized piece and tried it. He chewed and then smiled at the results. "It's lovely! I like the inside."

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"I am pleased it has your approval," Watts said shyly.

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"I'll save the rest for the stew," Steven promised, pulling a bowl of it over. "But I've missed your bread. Much as you've missed your pretzels, I wager. Did you eat anything else today?"

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"I sampled a slice of the bread myself before I headed out here?" Watts said.

You know, the bread that tasted vaguely pretzel-like.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven could barely hide a smile at how Llewellyn that was. But he made the attempt, instead moving to touch Llewellyn's coat before stopping himself. "Sorry - may I?"

[pocketpretzels]

"I- yes. Of course."

[hasaknightjob]

"Thank you," Steven said.

Then he slipped a pretzel he had in his coat pocket into Llewellyn's.

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Oh, now who was getting heart eyes directed at them?

"Steven Grant..." Watts said, with unabashed fondness.

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"You've catching up to do," Steven pointed out. "Hard to do if you've not got one handy."

Post Passover special, in other words.

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"Come here, please," Watts said, gesturing for Steven to scoot a bit closer.

Because there needed to be kissing now. And he wasn't even going to double-check that they were alone first.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven dutifully scooted his chair closer, since he had no problem being closer to Llewellyn as a concept.

[pocketpretzels]

And thus was he pulled into a very enthusiastic kiss, so that Watts could show his proper appreciation for such a gesture.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven was very much for enthusiastic kissing. He happily returned it, resting a hand on Llewellyn's chest to steady himself as he leaned in.

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"You take such good care of me," Watts said fondly.

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"You had to go without for a while," Steven said. Which, yes, was the point but that didn't mean Steven couldn't help Llewellyn make up for it after.