Trooper Station, Friday

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There was a raccoon asleep in one of the cells. No, it hadn't been arrested or charged with anything, it had apparently just wandered in last night and fallen asleep. As you do.

Watts wasn't going to be the one to try to wake it up. It wasn't as if they actually needed the cells for anything, after all.

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Many things did not need the cells. Lunch, for example. Steven appeared at the usual time and knocked on the doorframe to Llewellyn's office.

"Hello, you."

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"Hello, you," Watts replied, standing up with a smile.

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Steven closed the door behind him so they had privacy for a kiss, as was the proper way to complete the greeting.

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Watts pulled Steven in nice and close so he could do just that. "Hmmm, better," he murmured.

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Steven wrapped his arms around Llewellyn - carefully, since one was holding their lunch bag. He hummed happily as he kissed Llewellyn back.

"Much better."

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"How was your morning?" Watts asked as he pulled away from the kiss, though his arms remained circled around Steven.

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That was fine. Steven had no immediate need nor desire to be somewhere other than his husband's arms.

"Good," Steven said. "Raphael stayed up on his shelves and supervised while I made our lunch. Yours?"

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"I arrived to find a raccoon dozing in one of the cells," Watts told Steven. "He may in fact still be there."

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"Did he have a little hat?" Steven asked, glancing towards where Llewellyn had left his.

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"Not that I saw," Watts told him. "I think that's more the squirrels' area."

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"So not trying to imitate you then," Steven said, with a grin to show he was joking.

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Watts shook his head. "That would be- an impressive callback, if they were," he said.

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Steven grinned. "Are you saying not everyone is as motivated to remember things about you as I am?"

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"I am saying it is something of a niche area of study, yes," Watts smiled back at him.

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"Other people's loss," Steven said, grinning up at him. "You're fascinating."

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"I am pleased you find me so," Watts told him, tugging him over to the desk so they could sit.

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Steven let himself be tugged not dirty. "Oh yes. I've had years of study with no intent to stop. Barely scratched the surface, I think."

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"Flirt," Watts said fondly, pulling Steven's chair out for him and then spinning down in to his own seat.

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"Your flirt," Steven said. He took his seat, smiling as always at Llewellyn's flare. "I can't be blamed if my husband inspires such things."

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"Then it follows that I, in return, cannot be blamed for any reaction to said flirting," Watts replied with a warm look.

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"I suppose that's fair," Steven said.

He began unpacking their lunch, a noodle salad with tofu. "Here we are. Something reminiscent of a picnic, I thought."

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"Ah!" Watts exclaimed appreciatively. "How colourful!"

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Steven beamed. "I thought so. And good for a warm day. Refreshing. I hope."

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"It certainly looks it," Watts told him. "Take your photograph," he added, since that was tradition. "And then I shall try it."

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"Right, yes." Steven patted himself down for his mobile. "Good thing it's meant to be room temperature."

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"Unlike my flatbread," Watts said, drily amused.

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"I thought it was wonderful as it was," Steven said. "I still say we could have it as a picnic item."

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"Should be plenty of opportunities for picnics," Watts nodded. "And thus plenty of opportunities for different things to eat on said picnics."

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Steven brightened. "That's true! Perhaps even this weekend?"