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Passover was next week, and thus Watts and Steven were hard at work cleaning the house in preparation.
Okay, no, despite making lists of what needed to be done and a few cursory attempts they hadn't really knuckled down with the cleaning as of yet.
What was happening was Watts downstairs in the kitchen, having left behind a dozing Steven so he could prepare French toast to bring back upstairs for breakfast in bed. What? It was a perfectly reasonable way to get rid of bread!
Once everything was ready, he piled the slices on two plates along with a selection of fruit, honey, and maple syrup, along with some whipped topping. And of course, couldn't forget the beverages- he'd gone the extra mile, so to speak, and so there was both orange juice and tea.
Midnight helpfully swung the closed bedroom door open so that Watts didn't need to deal with how to manage that with a tray full of food in both hands, and Watts stepped inside and announced softly, in case Steven was still asleep: "Breakfast's ready."
Okay, no, despite making lists of what needed to be done and a few cursory attempts they hadn't really knuckled down with the cleaning as of yet.
What was happening was Watts downstairs in the kitchen, having left behind a dozing Steven so he could prepare French toast to bring back upstairs for breakfast in bed. What? It was a perfectly reasonable way to get rid of bread!
Once everything was ready, he piled the slices on two plates along with a selection of fruit, honey, and maple syrup, along with some whipped topping. And of course, couldn't forget the beverages- he'd gone the extra mile, so to speak, and so there was both orange juice and tea.
Midnight helpfully swung the closed bedroom door open so that Watts didn't need to deal with how to manage that with a tray full of food in both hands, and Watts stepped inside and announced softly, in case Steven was still asleep: "Breakfast's ready."
