Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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Steven was thoughtful as he tucked in to his work at the Museum. Not unhappy per se. Contemplative. Various things from the prior week and upcoming weekend kept trying to take over his thoughts.

In a way it was nice to have the distraction of all the things that needed to be caught up on while he'd been on holiday. Even simple tasks like inventory and ordering new supplies were a welcome distraction. Something to concentrate on without being too complicated.

He was, of course, interruptible for any visitors.

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Predictably, come lunchtime there was a certain visitor in particular.

"Hello, you."

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Steven smiled when he saw him. "Hello, you. VIP time already?"

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"Is that what we're calling lunch now?" Watts asked, depositing the lunch bag on the desk so he could pull Steven in for a kiss hello.

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Steven kissed him back, smiling more the longer the kiss went on. "It goes by many names, you see."

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"Is that so?" Watts asked, smiling.

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"At least two I can think of," Steven admitted, sheepishly. "No - wait, three."

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"Do tell," Watts implored.

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"VIP, lunch," Steven said, counting off on his fingers, "and my favorite time of day."

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"I like that last one in particular," Watts said, picking the lunch bag back up while simultaneously depositing his hat on the desk.

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Steven put out the sign that he was taking lunch. "The nice thing is they're all true."

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"Ah, but what if someone else came to visit you for lunch?" Watts asked, holding his arm out for Steven to take.

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"That'd be kind of them, to be certain," Steven said as he took that offered arm. "But not the same."

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"So only one of the three would apply in that case?" Watts checked.

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"Correct," Steven said. "For there is only one VIP, and the highlight of my day would be when I saw you again."

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"As is mine," Watts replied as they made their way to their usual spot.

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"I appreciate you taking time to bring lunch with all the baking you'll be doing," Steven said.

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"All things I enjoy, work or no," Watts reminded Steven.

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"Right, right," Steven said, reminding himself now as well. "You're not put out, you're happy to do it."

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"It makes me happy to share something I've made with someone I care about," Watts agreed.

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"Two people you care about," Steven said. It meant a great deal to him that Llewellyn took care of Marc in that fashion.

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"The two I care about most, in fact," Watts said, pulling out Steven's chair as they reached their usual spot.

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Steven sat with a grateful smile. "Two who care about you in turn. Even if one's not as expressive about it."

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"You are terribly reserved, it's true," Watts deadpanned.

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Steven giggled. "Perhaps that can be my resolution for my birthday. Learn to be demonstrative."

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"I can think of a few things I'd care for you to demonstrate," Watts said with a playful grin. "Though it being your birthday I suppose it ought to be the other way around," he admitted as he unpacked two bowls as well as two cupcakes (the icing looking a little worse for the wear thanks to the walk over, but still somewhat presentable).