Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

A porg had gotten in to the station, somehow. Every single one of the Troopers had a different story as to how. Honestly Watts wasn't overly concerned with that. It was Fandom, things happened. Including the wildlife wandering indoors.

The problem was that every attempt to catch the porg and set it back outside had so far been met with failure, and that did not look to be changing any time soon.

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven was not aware of any sorts of problems involving wildlife, as when he arrived he was busy with not only the familiar bag that held lunch but another bag that he was not holding by the handles but very carefully in his hands and keeping at chest level.

[pocketpretzels]

"Hello, you," Watts greeted with a smile when he spotted Steven.

[hasaknightjob]

"Hello, you," Steven replied. He continued to hold his parcels carefully as he tried to get them over to Llewellyn's desk without jostling them.

[pocketpretzels]

Watts watched all of this curiously. "Would you like a hand?" he asked.

[hasaknightjob]

"Yes, please," Steven said. He thrust the package in his hands towards Llewellyn. Llewellyn of all people would probably know it was the size of a cake box. "Thank you, love."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts took the box, twirling back around to face his desk as he set it down, and then pulling Steven's chair out for him. "You're very welcome."

He was aware of the date, so had an inkling as to what the cake-sized box was for, yes.

[hasaknightjob]

Free of the box, Steven had a much easier time of things as he set the lunch bag down and took the offered seat with a smile.

"Sort of appropriate, you helping me with that," Steven said. "Considering the date."