Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven was running late that morning. Literally, as he ran to the museum to get there on time. In what was perhaps some sort of miracle or kindness of fate, he didn't manage to trip and spill his tea along the way. Instead he got behind the Welcome Desk, put his cup down safely...

...and then knocked his bag onto the floor, spilling the contents everywhere.

Steven sighed. "At least it wasn't the tea?"

He got down on his hands and knees behind the desk to pick up all his items. Or at least what he could find. Hopefully he didn't lose his favorite pencil.

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[pocketpretzels]

Well, if he had, perhaps the appearance of his husband with lunch in hand would make things better?

"Hello, you."

[hasaknightjob]

The appearance of his husband, with or without food, always made things better. Darn near everything, in fact.

"Hello, you," Steven said, with a wide smile. "Here to make my day?"

[pocketpretzels]

"That was the general idea," Watts admitted, bending down to pick up a piece of paper from the floor and place it on the Welcome Desk with a flourish.

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"Is that?" Steven squinted at it, then smiled. "Thank you! Couldn't find it for the life of me. My hero."

Steven put the paper into his bag before it got lost again. "However can I thank you?"

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"Take lunch with me?" Watts asked, setting his hat down as well.

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"Funnily enough I've no conflicting plans in that regard," Steven said with a grin. He put out the sign that said he was taking lunch then came around the desk to join Llewellyn. "How fortuitous you arrived."

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"Fortuitous indeed," Watts agreed, reaching to take Steven's arm in his own before they started walking.

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Steven held on to Llewellyn's arm a little tighter than normal. Not clingy. Just feeling a need to appreciate the solid presence of his husband. "It's good you're here."

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"Is everything all right?" Watts asked.

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"Hmm? Oh, no," Steven said. "Er - I mean yes. I mean I'm fine. Just a rush this morning, then knocking my things all over. Feeling a bit scatty. It's nice that you're here. My anchor."

[pocketpretzels]

"Ah," Watts nodded as they got to their lunch spot. "The paper on the floor. Well, I am happy to be of service."

[hasaknightjob]

"My gallant hero," Steven said. He gave Llewellyn a quick kiss on the cheek now that they were alone.

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"Yours, now and always," Watts said, reaching to pull Steven's chair out for him.

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Steven took the seat gratefully. "Cheers. And you? How are you?"

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"Well enough," Watts shrugged, settling down into his own seat. "Quiet morning after you left. Nothing of note happened."

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"Quiet is good," Steven said. He smiled. "Means nothing got in the way of you making lunch for us."

[pocketpretzels]

"Not even the little troublemaker himself," Watts said. "He was too busy snoozing his morning away."

[hasaknightjob]

"Found a sun puddle, did he?" Steven asked. It seemed like a good guess.

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"I'm fairly certain Midnight adjusted the height of the window to allow for optimal sunbeam casting," Watts said, unpacking their lunch.

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Steven's face lit up when he saw it. "Doesn't that look delicious?"

He patted himself down for his mobile so he could take a picture.

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"Precisely my thought, when I saw the photograph that accompanied the recipe," Watts nodded.

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"Now you'll have your own photo of how tasty it looks," Steven told him as he took the picture in question. "Is there bread to soak up extra sauce?"

Steven hadn't tasted it yet but smell alone made him confident he wouldn't want to miss a drop.

[pocketpretzels]

From the bag Watts produced two slices of garlic bread. "I had a feeling you would ask that question."

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"It's as though you know me well," Steven said. He leaned in to sneak another quick kiss on the cheek if Llewellyn let him.

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"Going on a few years now," Watts said, colour creeping up on his cheeks at the kiss.

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"You've 'The Care and Feeding of Steven Grant' well in hand," Steven said. He gestured at the food in front of them. "Rather literally."

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"Though you did start it, in making an effort to take care of me," Watts reminded him.

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Steven smiled at him fondly. "Who knew how far a lasagna would go? Spare, of course. Gotten by accident."

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"Completely by accident," Watts agreed with a solemn nod. "No other explanation."

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"Poor Marc, missing out on a spare lasagna like that," Steven said. He took a forkful of his pasta, looking far too innocent.

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"How awful for him," Watts sighed.

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Steven blinked as he thought about it. "You know, I don't know that I ever bought him a lasagna to make up for it? Though I didn't tell him I was getting him one at all in the first place."

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Watts chuckled. "Perhaps we ought to. Just tuck it in the refrigerator with no explanation."

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Steven chuckled. "A Hanukkah surprise. He'll certainly be surprised regardless."

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"Should we label it?" Watts mused. "He might not eat it if he thinks it's vegan."

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"He would, he'd just pretend he hadn't," Steven said. Much like when Marc helped himself to Steven and Llewellyn's oat milk. "But no harm in labeling. It's meant to be a nice surprise."

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Watts nodded. "He might go for something else over it, I mean," he pointed out. "If he doesn't know it's meant for him specifically."

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"Hadn't thought of that," Steven admitted. He smiled at Llewellyn. "See? Good that you're here."

[pocketpretzels]

The way Steven said that, casual and yet genuine, sent a pleasant feeling curling in Watts's stomach, that happiness at being wanted, and he just looked back at his husband with an absolutely besotted expression.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven caught that expression and gave back one of his own. "I love you too."