Trooper Station, Friday

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Watts's day began with Calvin marching in to the station, holding two hissing raccoons at arms length. The raccoons clearly had some sort of beef, judging by the amount of hissing going on.

"Drunk and disorderly," Calvin informed Watts before he went to go throw them in the cells. "Mostly disorderly, really."

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At lunchtime, there was Steven in the doorway to Llewellyn's office. "Hello, you."

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"Hello, you," Watts replied, looking up with a wide smile.

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Steven came in and closed the door behind him. "How are you then?"

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"Well indeed, now that the best part of my day has begun," Watts replied, standing up. "Come here?" he requested.

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"Gladly," Steven replied, doing just that. Though he did pause to put the insulated bag down on Llewellyn's desk while he did so.

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As soon as he was within arms reach, Watts was going to pull him in even closer to offer a kiss hello.

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Steven rest his hands on Llewellyn's shoulders as he happily returned that kiss hello.

There were advantages to being in a private office after all.

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Indeed. Which was why Watts still had his arms wrapped around Steven even as he ended the kiss. "And how are you?" he remembered to ask.

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"Well, thank you," Steven said, smiling at being asked the question. "I'm pleased with how our lunch turned out. I hope you like it."

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"I haven't disliked one yet," Watts pointed out, pulling away so he could get Steven's chair out for him.

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Steven took the offered seat gladly. He then set about unpacking and portioning out their meal, which was pumpkin alfredo with thick slices of garlic bread.

"Here we are. Something good for fall, I thought?"

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"It looks perfect," Watts agreed. "Nice and hearty."

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"Your bread there, of course," Steven pointed out, indicating the garlic bread. Which perhaps didn't need saying but if Steven didn't say it how could he look proud of his husband's baking?

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"If you'd gone out and purchased bread I'd have been concerned about you," Watts said lightly, pressing a kiss to Steven's cheek.

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"Never use something inferior when yours is about," Steven said. "Makes no sense, does it?"

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Watts grinned shyly at the compliment. "Not cost-effective either," he pointed out.

Not that they were in need of pinching pennies or anything, but still.

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"Waste of food," Steven agreed. "Best for that bread to go to those who can appreciate it."

Which they could do because they didn't know there was better available, obviously.

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"Makes me happy that you prefer mine," Watts admitted, in case Steven hadn't figured that one out.

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"Makes me happy that you make it," Steven said. He then looked hopeful. "Perhaps you could do some baking while we're in London? If you don't mind?"

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"I'd love to," Watts said. "Anything in particular you'd like?"

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"I was thinking bread," Steven admitted. "But now that you've asked I'd love a pie? Like that time you surprised me with one?"

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"I can certainly manage both," Watts said. "We'll have a week, after all."

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Steven smiled brilliantly. "I'd feel well spoiled if you did. Maybe we can make a meal together as well? If we're not knackered from all the other things we'll be doing?"

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"I would like that a great deal," Watts said. "Cooking with you is always a joy."

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"Wonderful!" Steven said. He put pumpkin on some of his garlic bread and took a bite. "I think Raphael's on to us."