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"Hello, you've reached Det- Sh- Watts. It's Watts. Leave me a message."
Watts and Steven had debated the merits of a number of different places to spend their first wedding anniversary, but in the end they had decided on going back to the place where said wedding had occurred. Right down to the hotel, which had been so wonderfully accommodating last time.
Dinner and dessert had been wonderful of course, and now Watts was looking outside to their private deck. "Why don't we go watch the sun set?" he suggested.
Dinner and dessert had been wonderful of course, and now Watts was looking outside to their private deck. "Why don't we go watch the sun set?" he suggested.
Since they were planning on building a cabin (well, having a cabin built, let's be real here), Watts had spent the last little while researching potential plots of land. And also looking for places to rent for a little while in order to conduct a 'test run' of sorts, see if they really liked the location. And he had, indeed, ended up finding a little cabin for rent up near a lake, so here they were.
Emphasis on the little. "What do you think?" Watts asked, giving Steven a nervous glance. The place was... smaller, than it had seemed in the photographs. And while it did have indoor plumbing, there wasn't much in the way of other amenities: a small refrigerator and a gas stove for cooking, and a wood stove to help ward off the chill at night. Nowhere near as fancy as their usual holiday accommodations.
[ooc: for the husband, and NFB for distance.]
Emphasis on the little. "What do you think?" Watts asked, giving Steven a nervous glance. The place was... smaller, than it had seemed in the photographs. And while it did have indoor plumbing, there wasn't much in the way of other amenities: a small refrigerator and a gas stove for cooking, and a wood stove to help ward off the chill at night. Nowhere near as fancy as their usual holiday accommodations.
[ooc: for the husband, and NFB for distance.]
Several years on the island had given Watts a general idea of certain rhythms - which is why his and Steven's somewhat impulsive trip to Japan had concluded last night, in anticipation of certain little visitors this morning, or just attending their usual Saturday services at their synagogue if no such visitors showed.
Luckily for them, it ended up being Option A.
"All right," Watts said, once everyone- including Raphael, of course- was assembled in the kitchen. "We are now taking votes for what to have for breakfast."
Luckily for them, it ended up being Option A.
"All right," Watts said, once everyone- including Raphael, of course- was assembled in the kitchen. "We are now taking votes for what to have for breakfast."
Watts and Steven had had a busy week so far - touring the Sapporo Beer Museum, and attending workshops such as making chopsticks and indigo dyeing.
And of course, sampling all different sorts of dishes. Including a wonderful dinner that the hotel chef had prepared for them tonight, after which they headed back to their room.
"That," Watts declared as he opened the door to their hotel room. "Was surely the best one yet."
[ooc: for the husband and nfb for distance!]
And of course, sampling all different sorts of dishes. Including a wonderful dinner that the hotel chef had prepared for them tonight, after which they headed back to their room.
"That," Watts declared as he opened the door to their hotel room. "Was surely the best one yet."
[ooc: for the husband and nfb for distance!]
The outdoor rink that Watts and Steven bought annual passes to had closed for the season, but that didn't mean they were totally out of luck in regards to fulfilling a hankering to go skating today, because as Watts had discovered, the technology involved in indoor rinks had improved significantly since his own time.
So here they were, tying up their skates and getting ready to head out on to the ice.
"Ready?" Watts asked, standing up and holding one hand out for Steven.
[ooc: NFB for distance!]
So here they were, tying up their skates and getting ready to head out on to the ice.
"Ready?" Watts asked, standing up and holding one hand out for Steven.
[ooc: NFB for distance!]
Steven and Marc's birthday was tomorrow, which meant that today, Watts had spent the afternoon in the kitchen making a pie.
That pie now sat on the kitchen island, along with two plates, forks, and a serving knife. And of course, a recently-opened bottle of bourbon and two glasses. Watts sat in one of the chairs, checking on his mobile telephone to make sure all of his plans for Steven tomorrow were in place.
Tonight, though? Tonight wasn't for Steven.
[ooc: for the one who lives here who isn't Steven, and NFB.]
That pie now sat on the kitchen island, along with two plates, forks, and a serving knife. And of course, a recently-opened bottle of bourbon and two glasses. Watts sat in one of the chairs, checking on his mobile telephone to make sure all of his plans for Steven tomorrow were in place.
Tonight, though? Tonight wasn't for Steven.
[ooc: for the one who lives here who isn't Steven, and NFB.]
Watts and Steven had arrived at their hotel, unpacked, and then promptly headed out with a basket of cold drinks and snacks to spend some time on the beach. Which was literally right outside their door.
"Oh, this is perfect," Watts said with a contented sigh as he took in the view.
"Oh, this is perfect," Watts said with a contented sigh as he took in the view.
It had been a very busy Valentine's Day so far- first, there had been getting up early for services, after which Watts and Steven headed back home to grab their bags and head to their hotel. After settling in (and enjoying some of the champagne and strawberries Watts had arranged), they'd headed out for an afternoon at the beach and then a nice dinner.
Now, they were back in their room - well, not in the room, strictly speaking, as they were out on the terrace, getting ready to make s'mores. Though the temperature had cooled somewhat from that afternoon, it lacked the biting chill of a winter evening back east.
"Here," Watts said, handing over the back of vegan marshmallows that the hotel had provided.
Now, they were back in their room - well, not in the room, strictly speaking, as they were out on the terrace, getting ready to make s'mores. Though the temperature had cooled somewhat from that afternoon, it lacked the biting chill of a winter evening back east.
"Here," Watts said, handing over the back of vegan marshmallows that the hotel had provided.
So the nice thing about living in a house that could rearrange itself on a whim was that... it could rearrange itself on a whim.
Hence why the kitchen currently had a fireplace in one wall, with a fire cheerily crackling away (and a cat happily sprawled in front of it).
Watts was at the stove, finishing up frying the last few slices of a batch of French toast. "Nearly done," he reported to Steven, though the latter could likely see as much from where he was slicing the fruit they'd be using for toppings.
[ooc: for the husband, and NFB please.]
Hence why the kitchen currently had a fireplace in one wall, with a fire cheerily crackling away (and a cat happily sprawled in front of it).
Watts was at the stove, finishing up frying the last few slices of a batch of French toast. "Nearly done," he reported to Steven, though the latter could likely see as much from where he was slicing the fruit they'd be using for toppings.
[ooc: for the husband, and NFB please.]
As was tradition, Watts and Steven had arrived at their hotel room yesterday and indulged in the strawberries and champagne that Watts had arranged to be there. Earlier today there had been snowshoeing and skating, and now they were changing out of outdoor clothes and in to something more appropriate for dinner, even if that dinner was just in their hotel room (also tradition).
"The clouds look like they've cleared some," Watts noted, peering out the window. "Perhaps we will get to see the Northern Lights after all."
[ooc: for the husband, and NFB due to distance.]
Four Seasons Baltimore, Wednesday Evening
Nov. 25th, 2025 09:50 pmTomorrow was the Americans' Thanksgiving, which meant that Blathers had very kindly offered Steven the day off. Which he normally might not have bothered with, but Watts had pointed out it gave them an opportunity to extend their date night with an overnight stay.
More importantly, as autumn marched closer to winter, the outdoor skating rinks were starting to pop up around the city, including one that could be paired with a dining experiencethat was totally open now and not in a week and a half because it's pretend and we say so.
So after they were checked in to their room, Watts and Steven headed up for dinner.
"Isn't this charming?" Watts said, as he opened the door into their private 'cabin'.
More importantly, as autumn marched closer to winter, the outdoor skating rinks were starting to pop up around the city, including one that could be paired with a dining experience
So after they were checked in to their room, Watts and Steven headed up for dinner.
"Isn't this charming?" Watts said, as he opened the door into their private 'cabin'.
At some point during the night, a restless Watts had woken up, scrawled a quick note for Steven that let him know he was heading downstairs to make a cup of tea, and then gone to do just that.
Due to the magic of Fandom, he'd never actually made it all the way back upstairs, and so it was a tiny Llewellyn fast asleep on the couch in the library, arms curled around an equally fast asleep Raphael that morning.
Due to the magic of Fandom, he'd never actually made it all the way back upstairs, and so it was a tiny Llewellyn fast asleep on the couch in the library, arms curled around an equally fast asleep Raphael that morning.
Watts and Steven had spent part of yesterday and most of today putting together their now-traditional Thanksgiving meal. There was of course the main along with the side dishes of sweet potatoes, brussels sprouts, and stuffing as well as dinner rolls.
There was also a soup and simple garden salad. Last but not least was dessert, an apple cake and butter tarts (and the also-traditional batch of non-vegan ones set aside for Marc).
"I've got the wine," Watts said, holding up a bottle. "And I think that's everything?"
[ooc: for the husband!]
There was also a soup and simple garden salad. Last but not least was dessert, an apple cake and butter tarts (and the also-traditional batch of non-vegan ones set aside for Marc).
"I've got the wine," Watts said, holding up a bottle. "And I think that's everything?"
[ooc: for the husband!]
It was Parents' Weekend, and Watts was- well, Watts was trying not to think too much on why he didn't have any visitors yet again.
Hence distracting himself with baking and his husband. Baking with his husband. Specifically brownies, that were in the oven and nearly done.
"Come here," Watts told Steven. "You've got a bit of-" he gestured at the corner of his mouth.
Did Steven actually have anything there, or was Watts just looking for an excuse? Did it matter?
[ooc: for the husband and NFB please.]
Hence distracting himself with baking and his husband. Baking with his husband. Specifically brownies, that were in the oven and nearly done.
"Come here," Watts told Steven. "You've got a bit of-" he gestured at the corner of his mouth.
Did Steven actually have anything there, or was Watts just looking for an excuse? Did it matter?
[ooc: for the husband and NFB please.]
The division of labour in their relationship- their marriage- meant that Steven typically handled the details regarding parties and get-togethers, while Watts handled those for holidays and getaways. Like this camping trip at Honeymoon Lake in Alberta.
They'd slept in that morning, catching the portal to the campground in the afternoon. After setting up the tent, they'd taken a walk to explore the grounds and then dipped into the lake for a swim.
With the sun setting, it was time for dinner: Just a simple dish of pasta with marinara sauce, prepared over the fire.
"I thought we could try something a little more involved tomorrow on one of the camp stoves," Watts said. "But for tonight, I figured this would do."
They'd slept in that morning, catching the portal to the campground in the afternoon. After setting up the tent, they'd taken a walk to explore the grounds and then dipped into the lake for a swim.
With the sun setting, it was time for dinner: Just a simple dish of pasta with marinara sauce, prepared over the fire.
"I thought we could try something a little more involved tomorrow on one of the camp stoves," Watts said. "But for tonight, I figured this would do."
Sometimes, date night was an elaborate affair involving getting dressed up and going out to the symphony, or the theatre, or the like.
And sometimes, date night was an evening at home, curled up on the couch with takeout pasta and a documentary about penguins playing on the television.
Tonight was definitely the latter.
[ooc: for the husband and NFB please!]
And sometimes, date night was an evening at home, curled up on the couch with takeout pasta and a documentary about penguins playing on the television.
Tonight was definitely the latter.
[ooc: for the husband and NFB please!]
After being dragged out of bed at an ungodly hour for, of all things, a kraken drill, Steven and Watts had collapsed back into bed to get what scant sleep they could before heading out to their synagogue yesterday, where as soon as someone's keen eye had spotted the matching rings on their fingers, there had been much catching up and congratulations, even though all Watts personally wanted to do was go home and sleep. Which did happen eventually, but it meant that his usual Saturday routine was something of a wash.
So he was doing it today, instead. After coming home from a thoroughly enjoyable brunch, Watts headed to the kitchen to bake some cookies, and then the library to sit down at his piano and get some practice in before dinner.
So he was doing it today, instead. After coming home from a thoroughly enjoyable brunch, Watts headed to the kitchen to bake some cookies, and then the library to sit down at his piano and get some practice in before dinner.
Watts and Steven had arrived at their hotel early yesterday evening, and after a nice dinner had gotten settled in their room.
Today being their anniversary, it had started, of course, with a lie-in. Followed by breakfast delivered to the room and eaten in bed. The day itself had been spent enjoying the infinity pool and the spectacular view of the Aegean sea, along with plenty of lounging around.
Speaking of that view, Watts had arranged for dinner to be delivered to the room so they could eat outside as the sun set.
Today being their anniversary, it had started, of course, with a lie-in. Followed by breakfast delivered to the room and eaten in bed. The day itself had been spent enjoying the infinity pool and the spectacular view of the Aegean sea, along with plenty of lounging around.
Speaking of that view, Watts had arranged for dinner to be delivered to the room so they could eat outside as the sun set.
With their anniversary celebration coming up and all that would entail, Watts and Steven had opted for a quiet night at home for their date night this week.
Hence the popcorn and colas out on the table, with one of the many streaming services they subscribe to pulled up on the television.
"Any sort of picture you're in a particular mood for?" Watts asked Steven.
Hence the popcorn and colas out on the table, with one of the many streaming services they subscribe to pulled up on the television.
"Any sort of picture you're in a particular mood for?" Watts asked Steven.
If there was anything amiss on the island, Watts was unaware, as he and Steven had done their usual Saturday routine of heading off-island for services and running errands, and then back home where Watts would get to baking and then piano practice.
Today, since strawberry season was officially upon them, he was making strawberry shortcake, slicing the strawberries slowly and methodically as he waited for the biscuits to finish baking.
Today, since strawberry season was officially upon them, he was making strawberry shortcake, slicing the strawberries slowly and methodically as he waited for the biscuits to finish baking.
