Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

It was cold outside but warm inside at least. Steven was happy to be at work for more than the usual reasons. He put a sign on the outside of the museum to let people know they could come in and get warm if they needed. He also made sure to have the kettle ready for a hot cup of tea or cocoa as well.

He was currently sipping tea while sitting behind the Welcome Desk. It was a good day for it.

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[pocketpretzels]

Hopefully also a good day for a lunch date!

"Hello, you," Watts greeted.

[hasaknightjob]

It was always a good day for a lunch date! At least depending on the person the date was with. Luckily, this was just such a person.

"Hello, you," Steven said, perking up when he saw him. "How are you? How is it out?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Fine," Watts said, shouldering out of his long winter jacket and scarf because- well. He'd endured colder. "Glad to be inside, though."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven didn't care that his husband was from Canada. He was still going to fuss. "Here, let's see your hands?"

[pocketpretzels]

"If you must," Watts said, taking off his gloves. Which were leather, not terribly vegan of him, but also the same pair he'd owned for years before even meeting Steven.

[hasaknightjob]

"I must," Steven said. He took Llewellyn's hands in his and rubbed them to warm them. Perhaps they weren't even cold, but Steven was doing it all the same.

[pocketpretzels]

Did Watts secretly (or perhaps not-so-secretly) enjoy the fussing, even if it wasn't strictly necessary?

... Yeah, yeah he did.

"That's nice," Watts commented, because it did feel nice.

[hasaknightjob]

"Have to take good care of these hands," Steven said. He rubbed Llewellyn's fingers. "How else could you play piano?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Poorly?" Watts offered.

[hasaknightjob]

That was enough to startle a laugh out of Steven. "Yes. Well. I suppose."

[pocketpretzels]

"Could try figuring out how to play with my toes," Watts mused.

[hasaknightjob]

"If your dancing is any indication, you'd be brilliant at it," Steven told him. He gave Llewellyn's hands each a kiss for good measure.