Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

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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[pocketpretzels]

"You always have," Watts said. "From the moment I trusted you with it."

[hasaknightjob]

"It's very precious, you see," Steven said. "Highly important to take care of it. Especially as it's been hurt before."

[pocketpretzels]

"I am very glad you find it so," Watts told him.

[hasaknightjob]

"It's a gentle and loving heart," Steven said. "Wonderful. I take pride in taking care of it."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts leaned in to kiss him gently, because what else could one do in response to something like that?

[hasaknightjob]

Steven kissed back, because likewise.

"I love you, my dear."

[pocketpretzels]

"And I you, my darling."