Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Morning at the Museum found Steven on the phone.

"No," he said, apologetically. "No, I'm sorry. I'm sure your artifacts are lovely but we're very specific in our curation here. Fandom related items only.

"Would I like to - " Steven frowned. "Trade? I don't think you understand how museums work. No, no, I appreciate that you somehow have duplicates but again we're Fandom specific. Not even sure where yours are hailing from. The Google's not showing me anything. Don't think you're from any version of Earth I'm aware of, even if you do sound French."

"What's Ear - " Steven cleared his throat. "Right. I think we've perhaps already said to much. Sorry I couldn't help, good luck with your endeavors. Cheers."

Steven hung up. He made a note of the call in case Blathers might be interested in it, but otherwise went about his work day.

He was behind the Welcome Desk should anyone have need of him or museum-related things.

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[pocketpretzels]

Watts definitely had need of his husband. For lunch-related things!

"Hello, you."

[hasaknightjob]

What remarkable coincidence that he should appear when Steven was in need of lunch!

"Hello, you," Steven replied with a smile. "I've been looking forward to this."

[pocketpretzels]

"Myself as well," Watts said, depositing his hat down on the desk and holding one arm out for Steven.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven put out the sign that he was taking lunch before linking arms with Llewellyn. "How's your morning been then?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Dreadfully uninteresting," Watts reported. "Yourself?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Pleasantly normal," Steven said, since the phone call wasn't that odd all things considered. "Nothing to complain about, to be certain."

[pocketpretzels]

"Good," Watts said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Steven's cheek. "I'm a fan of you having pleasant days."

[hasaknightjob]

"Pleasant lunches as well," Steven said. "Given that you are so often the cause of them."

[pocketpretzels]

"Your ones without me can be pleasant too," Watts said magnanimously. "Just- perhaps not quite as pleasant."

[hasaknightjob]

"Precisely," Steven said with a smile. "You are the added spice."

[pocketpretzels]

"I think I prefer being sweet, sweet as I am on you," Watts said, letting go of Steven's arm and moving to pull out his chair with his signature swooping style of movement.

[hasaknightjob]

"Cheers." Steven accepted the seat, charmed as always by Llewellyn's flair. "Sugar and spice then? Though you're not a little girl, granted."

[pocketpretzels]

"Ah, no," Watts agreed, folding himself down in to his own chair. "Not last I checked, at least."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven blinked, remembering where they lived. "Right. Er. Well if you turn again that won't change how I feel about you. Same as last time."

[pocketpretzels]

"That's good to know," Watts said. "And if you and Marc-" though for some reason the island seemed to leave the two of them alone when it came to drastic physical changes. "Well. I wouldn't know anything about..." he made a gesture with one hand meant to indicate, well, physical intimacy. "But there is far more to us than just that, anyway."

[hasaknightjob]

"You wouldn't shun us," Steven said. "Because our exterior had changed. Whether human or not still."

[pocketpretzels]

"Never!" Watts said, clearly aghast at the very idea.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven held up his hand with the wedding ring. "Now and always."

[pocketpretzels]

"Precisely," Watts said. And then: "Oh! Lunch."

He pulled two bagel sandwiches from the bag, handing one to Steven.

"I hope you don't mind," he said. "But I thought it might be fun. Breakfast for lunch."

[hasaknightjob]

Given the way Steven's face lit up, the prediction of fun was right.

"They look wonderful!" Steven patted himself down for his mobile. "Did you make the bagels as well?"

[pocketpretzels]

What gave it away, the less-than-uniform look of said bagels?

"Yes," Watts nodded. "I think they turned out- ah. They taste good."

[hasaknightjob]

"I think they look wonderful as well," Steven said. Which the way he took a picture might also indicate. Perhaps he was loyal to his husband more than he was the geometric purity of a bagel, but how did that matter? "And a good thing to use up before Passover, so well done."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts blushed, preening just a little at the praise. "Suppose that's our weekend sorted," he mused. "Deep-cleaning."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven put his mobile away once the pictures were done. "Seems like every year we never start as early as we mean to."

[pocketpretzels]

"Well, start too early and then we're just going to need to do it twice," Watts pointed out.