Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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It was the first day of spring and Steven had the lobby of the museum decorated with pastel colors and posters informing visitors of parts of the museum that focused on this time of year.

Steven himself was in a good mood. He hummed something that sounded a great deal like Vivaldi's Spring as he did his work at the Welcome Desk. One might even say he had a spring in his step, except for the part where he was sitting down. Bouncy demeanor, though. Perky.

Happy to help any visitors who might need it as well.

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[pocketpretzels]

As per usual when Watts arrived to find Steven singing to himself as he worked, Watts didn't say anything right away, instead just taking a few moments to enjoy the sight of him.

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Steven did eventually catch a glimpse of Llewellyn. He looked up with a smile, humming the last few notes with a flourish as though they were part of Llewellyn's entrance, even though by now Llewellyn was standing there instead of walking in.

"Da - dah!" Steven finished. He beamed at Llewellyn. "Hello, you."

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"Hello, you," Watts replied with a wide smile of his own. "Keeping busy, it looks like."

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"First day of spring," Steven said. "Good time for a museum that includes nature."

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"Is it?" Watts tilted his head, thoughtful expression on his face as he contemplated the date. "So it is!"

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"Getting warmer and brighter," Steven said. He left off the part about how that was good for those who didn't care for cold or dark. It went without saying.

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"I, for one, am happy to put the dreariness of winter behind me," Watts declared, making his way over to the Welcome Desk to pull Steven in for a proper kiss.

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Steven kissed him back. "Funnily enough, my day is much brighter now as well."

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"Mmm, how fortuitous," Watts grinned into that kiss.

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"Funny how the timing worked," Steven said. "Like sunshine coming into my day."

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"I hope you don't flirt so openly with all your patrons," Watts said.

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"Only my VIP," Steven told him. He reached for the sign that said he was taking lunch and put it on the desk. "Highly select."

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"Good," Watts said firmly, likewise putting his hat on the desk and then holding his arm out for Steven.

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Steven took the offered arm gladly. "I'd say VIL but that's far too limited."

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"Is it, now?" Watts asked as they began their walk to their usual lunch spot.

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"Very Important Llewellyn," Steven explained. "Which is true, but implies you are only important out of all Llewellyns, no other categories."

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"I see," Watta nodded. "That does make a great deal of sense. I am glad I am preferred not just over other Llewellyns, but in general."

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"Precisely," Steven said, smiling up at him. "How's your morning been then?"

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"Uneventful," Watts admitted. "Other than preparing lunch, I used my time to practice my Japanese."

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"Did Raphael help?" Steven asked. He grinned. "With either."

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"He did swat at my pencil as I wrote," Watts reported. "Which may have been a comment on my penmanship."

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"Wasn't purrfect?" Steven suggested.

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"You have seen my handwri- ah. Yes. I see. Scoundrel," Watts shook his head with a sigh, though he was biting back a smile as he did so.

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Steven giggled, proud of himself. "I'm sure he was supportive of your attempts. Butting his head against your hand and the like."

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"It's like you have met him," Watts said drily as they reached their table. He pulled Steven's chair out for him and gestured for him to sit.