Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

Thanksgiving- this one, anyway- wasn’t Watts’s holiday and besides, it had been yesterday, surely today ought to just be business as normal?

Or not, as apparently all the Troopers were glued to their mobile telephones due to something called ‘Black Friday’ sales.

… Except Ralph. It was possible he’d had a literal glue-related incident.

Watts, however, was in his office, and not glued to anything.

Comments

[hasaknightjob]

Steven smiled when he saw the picture and texted back.

It came! Wonderful! I hope you like it. I 🍞 you

[pocketpretzels]

A minute later, another photograph was sent: this time a selfie, with Watts grinning at the camera and a small smudge of icing visible at the corner of his mouth.

can confirm is dleicous

[hasaknightjob]

Steven got a fond chuckle out of that. He took a picture of himself with his hand over his heart.

Can confirm I love you.

[pocketpretzels]

nevt tire of hearing that. or reading ad the çase may b

[hasaknightjob]

Well that was an easy one to reply to.

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

[pocketpretzels]

my darljng gentleman knight, yuo are absolutely perfct. i love yiu.

[hasaknightjob]

And I love you whether you are a detective, baker, or candlestick maker