Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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The weather had just enough of a nip to it that Steven was glad for his hat and coat. (Yes, it was the hat he'd been given on the trip to Canada. He was very proud of how he looked in it.)

Bundling up and preparing a hot thermos of tea to bring with him had distracted him enough from anything else going on. So once he was at work he perched himself behind the Welcome Desk to busy himself with the various business of the day.

He was not wearing the hat while he worked. That would be silly. It was beside him on the desk in a place of honor. Obviously.

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Watts was wearing his hat when he came to visit at the usual time. His usual hat, that was, which was technically a hat from Canada but not of the same design as the hat from Canada currently on the desk.

"Hello, you," he greeted brightly.

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Steven beamed when he saw him. "Hello, you. Best time of the day already?"

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"Indeed it is," Watts said, crossing the rest of the distance to the Welcome Desk. "You ready for a break?"

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Steven put out the sign that said he was taking his lunch. "Indeed I am. Looking forward to this. Feeling peckish."

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"Wonderful," Watts declared, placing his own hat atop the sign so it perched on the edge as per usual. He held out an arm for Steven to take. "Let's not waste another minute, then."

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Steven took the offered arm gladly. "I could maybe give you a peck? If I'm feeling peckish?"

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"Sounds like the sort of thing a scoundrel might say," Watts retorted.

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"If he said it would he be able to give you a kiss on the cheek?" Steven asked.

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"He would," Watts said with a soft smile.

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"I would very much like to give you a peck then," Steven said, smiling back at him. "Because I am peckish."

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"Scoundrel," Watts said fondly, tilting his head slightly to allow for optimal cheek-kissing.

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Steven did, in fact, apply the kiss. "There. I feel better already."

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"You know, so do I?" Watts said thoughtfully. "I must have been running short on those."

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"You're in luck in that case," Steven said. "I've a surplus of them."

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"Mmm, I do hope you are rather discerning regarding who you share them with," Watts said.

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"I am," Steven said. "That's why it's a surplus. Been building up, waiting for the right person."

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"Me," Watts said a little smugly, beaming at Steven.

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"You," Steven confirmed, bumping shoulders with him.

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"I am a lucky man indeed," Watts said fondly.

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"Perhaps you can help me with my backlog after we're done eating," Steven said.

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"I was thinking the occasional break for during as well," Watts replied.

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Steven rubbed his chin as he pretended to think about it. "I believe that could be arranged. Probably help, there are a great deal of kisses."

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Watts nodded seriously. "Best we allow plenty of time for you to dispense them, then."

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"You're very wise," Steven said. "Good thing you came by. Could have been catastrophic otherwise."

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"Might I collect one now?" Watts asked as they reached their usual spot and he let go of Steven's arm so he could pull his chair out for him.