Trooper Station, Friday

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In between bouts of actual Trooper Station related work (no, not the "cybersecurity training", whatever that was), Watts was making sure his arrangements for his and Steven's holiday next week were all set.

He was very grateful for how easy the advent of mobile phones made that task, at least. No actual phone calls needed to be made, it was all done through the google.

He was here if you needed him, though!

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Someone needed him for lunch, that was certain. At the usual time, Steven knocked at the doorframe to Llewellyn's office.

"Hello, you."

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Watts glanced up, a smile spreading across his face as he heard Steven's voice. "Hello, you."

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Steven came in and closed the door behind him. "Ready for a nice, quiet lunch before our busy weekend ahead?"

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"Yes," Watts said. "Though I'd take even a noisy one if it meant your company."

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Steven put the insulated bag on Llewellyn's desk. "I could hum if you'd like?"

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"I do find your humming pleasant," Watts said, standing and pulling Steven in for a kiss hello.

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It wasn't exactly what Steven had been offering, but he gave a pleased hum at the kiss all the same.

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"Find this pleasant too," Watts added, grinning against Steven's lips.

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"So do I," Steven said. Then he playfully gave Llewellyn a loud kiss on the lips.

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"Scoundrel!" Watts laughed, delighted.

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"It wasn't quiet!" Steven said, giggling in return.

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"No, it was not," Watts agreed, still amused.

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"You see?" Steven said. "Lunch can be as boisterous as you like."

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"Hmm," Watts hummed. "I like you."

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"I could also be as boisterous as you like," Steven replied, grinning.

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"Is that so?" Watts said, giving Steven a playful look even as he turned aside to pull his chair out for him.

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Steven giggled as he took the offered seat. "You might inspire it in me, yes."

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"I shall take that as a point of pride, then," Watts said, moving to twirl down into his own seat.

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Now that they were both seated, Steven hummed a song as he unpacked some of Llewellyn's sourdough bread along with a pasta salad. No particular song, just something he made up which sounded jaunty.

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Watts took a moment to focus on the meal, caught up as he was in listening to Steven's humming.

"Well, doesn't that look interesting!" he noted.

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"I wasn't certain how to plan in light of the party later?" Steven said. "It's Ignis and a party so bound to be loads of food, but maybe the food would be light because it's a garden party?"

Steven had never been to a garden party that he could remember so he had no idea what sort of food might be served at it.

"In the end I decided we're not going for hours anyway so just have lunch without worrying about it." Steven started to portion out servings, making sure Llewellyn's was larger. "I thought this might be nice and summery?"

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"I think you made an excellent choice. It looks wonderful," Watts told him.

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"Thank you," Steven said. "Hopefully it tastes that way as well."

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"I have confidence in your skills," Watts told Steven. "As you haven't yet made something I've disliked."

With that he reached for a forkful, making a pleased noise as he chewed and swallowed.

"And my confidence was not misplaced."

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Steven beamed proudly. "Cheers. I'm glad you like it. As always."