Trooper Station, Friday

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Today, Watts was busy researching. Nothing work-related, of course, because why would there ever be actual work to do at this station? No, today Watts was looking up potential campsites in western Canada and trying to rank them. The problem was, of course, that the geography of the two westernmost Canadian provinces contained so much variation that it really was like comparing apples to oranges when it came to picking out an ideal campsite.

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Luckily at lunchtime there was a distraction on offer? Specifically a Steven who came knocking at Llewellyn's office door. "Hello, you."

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While Watts could and did occasionally get so wrapped up in a task that it was like the outside world ceased to exist, today was not one of those days. "Hello, you," he replied, already standing up to go meet Steven.

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Steven came in, closing the door behind him for privacy. "Am I interrupting?"

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"Only on a technicality," Watts said, pulling Steven in close the moment he was within reach.

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"Then I won't worry about taking my time with this," Steven said, as he leaned up to kiss Llewellyn.

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"I was hoping you would say that," Watts grinned in to the kiss.

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"That," Steven said, grinning into the kiss. He couldn't resist the joke, after all.

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"Steven Grant."

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Steven giggled. "You said you were hoping!"

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"Absolutely. Incorrigible. Scoundrel. Of a man." The fact that Watts filled those brief pauses with kisses probably did not do much to chasten Steven for his actions.

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It did not. In fact it succeeded in making Steven's proud giggles worse. Though he still managed to keep kissing while he did them.

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"Ridiculous," Watts finished off, still mock outraged.

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"Yours," Steven replied, with one last happy kiss. "Are you hungry?"

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"I believe you know the answer to that."

It was yes. Of course it was yes.

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"I know," Steven said. "Felt ridiculous asking as soon as I said it. Though I suppose that means it's still you. No island nonsense taking you from me."

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"I'd not allow it," Watts said. "Not when we've a lunch date."

Not that he could actually stop the island from doing its thing, but the sentiment was there.

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Steven kissed his cheek. "His thing the island understands how important our lunches are."

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"Exactly." Watts pulled away, so that he could pull Steven's chair out for him.

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Steven smiled as he took his seat. "You're being gallant again."

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"I do this every time," Watts pointed out with a smile.

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"And I love it every time," Steven replied.

Steven unpacked the salad he made for their lunch. It was already portioned into two covered bowls. The one he handed to Llewellyn had more of his favorite ingredients in it. "Here we are. Since it's gone warm again I thought something nice and cool would do the trick. I've some of your bread to go with it as well."

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"Oh, how colourful!" Watts noted, as Steven unpacked the bowls. "It looks delicious."

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Steven smiled proudly. "Thank you. Had a bit of fun putting it together. Tried to make it look nice for you. Nice as it could after the walk over."

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"I'd say you succeeded. And I'm not just saying that because I find the delivery person terribly good looking as well," he grinned.

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Steven blushed. "Thank you. Perhaps you can try having a nibble of that later tonight."