Trooper Station, Friday

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In between calls regarding lawn gnomes up to no good, Watts was spending his time slogging through a workbook on Japanese kanji.

'Slogging' being the key word here, as his atrocious handwriting in the Roman alphabet absolutely translated (heh) to kanji.

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Come lunchtime, there was a Steven at Llewellyn's office door.

Well, perhaps three minutes past lunchtime. Steven had paused along the way to give small bags of treats and grape juice to the Troopers as he'd come in. Then he appeared at Llewellyn's office door, insulated lunch bag carefully held in hand.

"Hello, you."

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The grimace Watts was making at the book he was writing in faded almost immediately upon hearing- and then seeing- Steven in the doorway. "Hello, you."

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Steven caught that grimace. He gave Llewellyn a concerned look as he closed the office door behind him. "Everything all right?"

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"Hmmm?" Watts made an inquiring noise. "Oh! Yes. It's just. Japanese. The writing system. Terribly intricate."

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"Ah, I see." Steven put the insulated bag down carefully on Llewellyn's desk. Once his hands were free he said, "Would a kiss help?"

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"Always," Watts said. "So long as it's from you." As if there were any possibility of anyone else.

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"I've firm opinions on that criteria as well," Steven said. He came around to give Llewellyn a kiss. Both in greeting and to hopefully bring him some cheer.

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Watts pulled him in nice and close. "Missed you."

Yes, they'd woken up together. Not the point.

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Steven smiled up at him. "Missed you too, love. Your day going better now?"

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"Markedly," Watts said with a smile.

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"Stevenedly as well," Steven replied, looking far too proud of himself.

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"Incorrigible," Watts declared, shaking his head.

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Steven giggled, even more proud of himself now that he'd seen Llewellyn's reaction.

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"I am glad to see you, even if you are a scoundrel."

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"I've brought food as well," Steven said. "Long as we're saying things you might be glad to see. Shall I serve?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Mmm, also a plus. As food is, as you correctly surmised, high on that list. Please," he said, pulling out Steven's chair and gesturing for him to sit.

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Steven took the offered seat gladly, then began unpacking their meal. "Right, so we've got Purim, yeah? But it's also pi day today. Well, if you're American. 14th March is 3/14 to them. So I made lunch for us that's a bit of both?"

Steven took out some pasties and then, more carefully, mini tarts. The latter of which didn't look as nice as they had when Steven had left home, but he quickly moved to get the toppings back into place.

"There!" he said, making a flourish in their direction. "Both are pies, and the savory ones have got Merlot in. So we've a bit of alcohol for Purim as well."

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"You made pies!" Oh, the heart eyes were out in full force now, don't mind him.

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"They look all right, I think?" Steven said. The pasties looked homemade but not horrible. The tarts had done fairly well for all that they'd been jostled on the way over.

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"They look like you put love and care into them," Watts replied, still beaming. "Which is to say, wonderful."

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"Good," Steven said. "I'm glad you like them. Or the idea of them. You can let me know when you taste them if you like that part as well."

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Watts was absolutely already on that, picking up one of the pasties and biting in to it wholeheartedly. "Mmmmf!" he said, giving Steven a thumbs-up.

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"Excellent. Oh!" Steven said, as he remembered. He reached into the bag again and pulled out two small bottles of grape juice. "Here. Since you're at work. We can do proper drinking later tonight."

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"... Ah, right," Watts said, after looking puzzled for just a moment. Not due to the holiday so much as the reminder that having a drink or two in the office was out of the ordinary.

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"I left some treats with your Troopers," Steven said. He sighed. "I meant to do more but the time just got away from me."