Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Llewellyn had insisted he was well enough for Steven to go to work. Steven had been a bit dubious but it wasn't as though he couldn't run home quickly if he was needed.

June was close on the horizon, so Steven was spending his day brainstorming about what new displays could be put together in honor of Pride month. The ones in prior years had gone over well, but that was no reason to rest on one's laurels now was it?

Steven was, of course, interruptible for any visitors.

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[pocketpretzels]

Around noonish, Steven’s phone would ping with the arrival of a photograph of Watts in bed with his eyes closed. Somewhat blurry and off-center, since it’s hard to take a selfie with one’s eyes closed, but the message was likely clear even without the caption:

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven smiled when he saw the picture and text. He sent back:

Good. I 🍞 you