Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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There was a new delivery of Fandom Island Museum postcards and fridge magnets come in. Inventory wasn't the most glamorous of jobs, but in this case Steven didn't mind counting through them all to make sure the numbers were right. Once that was done he'd get them set up on the displays for sale.

It was easy enough work, though it did require concentrating. So any visitors who came in and needed Steven would likely find him behind the desk, frowning and counting under his breath as he counted.

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"And hopefully you don't know too many Llewellyns?" Watts asked.

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"I don't," Steven said. "But imagine the confusion if one showed up. So no, couldn't go with that name. Had to be narrower. One person and one person only."

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"Lucky me," Watts said, as they reached their usual spot and he pulled out Steven's chair for him.

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"Just a tick," Steven said. "Have to give you your VIP extra, don't I?"

With that Steven moved to give Llewellyn a kiss.

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"I was hoping it would be something like that," Watts said, happily returning the kiss.

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"Highly exclusive," Steven said, kissing him again. "One person only in all the universes."

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"Lucky me indeed," Watts said with a happy sigh.

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"Right." Steven gave Llewellyn one last kiss, then went to take his seat. "Now let's see what you've brought for our lunch."

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Watts sat in his usual seat, and then unpacked two sandwiches and two thermoses. "I thought a cool drink would be nice with lunch."

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Steven looked at the results with delight. "These look wonderful! Your bread, I assume?"

Steven knew it probably was, but he liked being reminded of it.

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"You assume correctly," Watts affirmed.

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"It smells wonderful," Steven said. He picked up the sandwich to take a bite, then made noises of approval as he chewed. He also tried to say something about it tasting good but his mouth was full so it was hard to get the specifics.

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It was a good thing that by now Watts was relatively well versed in Steven's facial expressions!

"You like it, then?" he asked, before taking a bite of his own.

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"I do," Steven said after swallowing. He followed it up with a sip of the coffee. "Oh that's nice as well. Is there vanilla in?"

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"You noticed that?" Watts said, pleased that he'd decided to go ahead and add it, optional as it was.

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Steven sat up straighter, pleased that he'd picked up on it. "It's not overwhelming. Adds a something. Not sweet, exactly? But nice."

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"Just a splash," Watts nodded in agreement. "To add a bit of- depth, one might call it?"

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"Yes!" Steven said, snapping his fingers. "Depth. Good word for it. I suppose that's your wine knowledge there, isn't it? Knowing how to describe flavors?"

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"You know, I never really considered how it translated to things beyond wine," Watts admitted. "Clever of you, to notice that."

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"I've a clever beau to keep up with," Steven said. Then he remembered. "Thank you. As well. Almost forgot."

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"Ah, but remember you did," Watts said, leaning over to give him a quick peck on the lips.

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"I'm getting better," Steven said. He smiled, sheepishly. "Trying to. Trying to remember in general as well. Not just you."

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"I've noticed," Watts said. "And I am proud of your efforts."

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"Trying." Steven looked sheepish again because he knew he'd said that already. "Strange, isn't it? That I didn't know? Seemed so normal. Wonder how long I've done it."

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"Certainly as long as I've known you," Watts noted. "Is it- I hope it's helping? Remembering to say thank you? I know you don't- think badly of yourself, precisely, but- "