Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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The museum often got catalogues in the mail of things companies hoped for them to purchase. Sometimes the answer was yes - office supplies were always in need, for example. Others were more curiosity.

Such as the one Steven was flipping through today. It was about habitats for frogs and toads.

Steven had nothing against the idea personally. The museum already had fish and insects. Frogs weren't that far off.

But frogs did have a particular diet they were known for. And while Blathers might be thrilled to no longer have any insects around, that would render one of the wings of the museum completely useless.

Still, it made for an interesting read all the same. Some of the frogs were rather pretty looking, if one liked that sort of thing.

As always, Steven was interruptible for visitors, whether or not they were frogs.

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One hoped husbands were acceptable, visitor-wise.

Though Watts didn't actually interrupt Steven at first, instead content to just watch him read through that catalogue for a few moments.

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Steven was currently squinting at one picture of a frog. Not because he couldn't see it - he had his glasses on after all. But because he was trying to determine the frog's facial expression.

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And that was an adorable look of concentration, so Watts didn't break it just yet.

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Steven held the page up closer to study it. When he moved it back down, he caught Llewellyn out of the corner of his eye. He smiled. "Hello, you."

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"Hello, you," Watts replied, fond smile growing wider.

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Steven held up the page he'd been looking at. "Does this frog seem grumpy to you?"

On the page was a dark green frog with black marks over its eyes that did, indeed, make it look as though it was perturbed about something.

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"What does a frog have to be grumpy about?" Watts asked, which wasn't so much answering the question as it was asking a different one.

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"Good question?" Steven said. "Not enough flies to eat, perhaps?"

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"Tragic," Watts decided, placing his hat on the desk and holding his arm out for Steven to take.

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Steven put the catalogue down, his glasses away, and put out the sign he was taking lunch before taking Llewellyn's offered arm. "I'm not grumpy, for what it's worth."

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"I'm glad," Watts said. "Though if you were, I'd of course do my best to cheer you up."

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"I wouldn't say no to an example of such cheer," Steven said, looking hopeful. "If it's on offer?"

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There was no one else about, so Watts didn't hesitate to pull Steven in nice and close and kiss him soundly.

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Steven made a happy sound. He was smiling ear to ear when the kiss ended. "That's very effective, I'd say. I feel rather cheerful indeed."

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"I'm glad," Watts said, hand not holding on to their lunch bag coming up to caress Steven's cheek. "I much prefer you having reasons to be cheerful, though of course I'd never begrudge you feeling any sort of way."

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Steven felt melted inside. "You're always so wonderful about that. Being there for me when I'm poorly."

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"Your sorrows are my own," Watts reminded him. "Now and always."

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Llewellyn was going to get another quick kiss for that. There was nothing for it.

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You could tell how opposed Watts was to the idea by his reaction to the kiss. Which was to say, no opposition whatsoever.

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"You're wonderful and I love you," Steven told him.

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"Reciprocated on all counts," Watts declared.

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"Thank you," Steven said. "Though I have a confession to make: I'm likely to use similar methods to cheer you up as well, should you ever need it."

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"Lucky me," Watts bumped Steven's shoulder gently as they resumed their walk.

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Steven bumped back. "Your troubles are my own as well, husband."

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"Well," Watts said as they reached their spot and he let go of Steven to pull his chair out for him. "Let's hope there's no trouble to be had with lunch, hm?"

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"I can say the choice of company is brilliant, so we've got that going for us so far," Steven told him as he gratefully took the offered seat.

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"Flirt," Watts declared fondly, sneaking a quick kiss to Steven's cheek before settling in his own seat and unpacking their sandwiches.

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Steven's eyes went wide when he saw them. "Don't those look wonderful!"

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Watts blushed, pleased. "I thought they sounded delicious from the description, so figured it was worth giving it a try."

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Steven fumbled for his mobile to take a picture. "Sundried tomato would've made it brilliant all on its own."

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"Well," Watts said. "It isn't as if I dried those myself. I just purchased them."

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"You still picked it," Steven pointed out. Picture taken, Steven put his mobile away. "And put it all together. So you're brilliant."

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"Well, thank you," Watts said, though now of course he had the usual expectant look as he waited for Steven's verdict on the taste.

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Steven picked up his sandwich and took a hearty bite, since the ingredients were enough to let him know he would not be disappointed.

This did however make it difficult to talk. So he gave a thumbs up while he chewed.

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Watts beamed at him, pleased by the reaction, before taking his own well-sized bite.

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Steven wiped his mouth with a napkin once he got that first bite down. "Very good. One to repeat, I'd say."

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"I'm pleased you like it," Watts said. A beat, and then: "What do you think of going cycling this weekend?" he asked.

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"Sounds wonderful," Steven said. "Anywhere in particular?"

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"I hadn't anywhere in mind," Watts admitted. "Just that it had been a while since we had done so, and it might be nice. Especially if we did a picnic lunch to accompany it."

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Steven perked up even more. "I was going to suggest a picnic to go with it. Biking in a park then, perhaps?"

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"Sounds perfect," Watts agreed.