Llewellyn Watts (
pocketpretzels) wrote2023-10-07 12:51 pm
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Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Evening
Having made the decision to do an actual Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, Watts was spending a significant portion of today repeatedly herding a cat out of the kitchen making some of the dishes ahead of time. Like the dinner rolls which were currently cooling on the counter.
Humming a song as he worked, he was currently chopping apples for tomorrow's dessert.
Though part of him was also wondering if perhaps some butter tarts might not go awry. He'd even found a vegan recipe. Was two desserts too many?
Humming a song as he worked, he was currently chopping apples for tomorrow's dessert.
Though part of him was also wondering if perhaps some butter tarts might not go awry. He'd even found a vegan recipe. Was two desserts too many?
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Probably more luck than skill, there.
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Marc kept demonstrating, making sure to go slowly so it was easy for Watts to observe whatever step he needed.
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Another attempt, though this time the rocking motion wasn't exactly perpendicular, sliding a little to one side and resulting in an uneven slice.
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Behind Marc, where Marc could not see but Watts might if he glanced past Marc's shoulder, Steven appeared in one of the kitchen's many reflective surfaces. He watched Marc and Watts with a look of quiet fondness on his face. If Watts did notice, Steven would motion him to not alert Marc to him being there.
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The tiny, fleeting smile he offered Steven could easily be explained as one of satisfaction as this time he actually managed a slice that was within acceptable parameters, size-wise.
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"Don't worry about it not looking perfect," Marc said, oblivious to all this. "Everybody's gotta start somewhere. Better the apples are a little roughed up instead of you."
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Yanno, as opposed to the kind that put knives into people.
"Besides, Steven's gonna love it." Marc took in everything else in the kitchen. "Looks great so far."
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He thought about reminding Marc he was welcome, but he didn’t want to push. So instead, he asked: “Have you ever tried butter tarts before?”
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… Also not a sex thing. Just an amused, if somewhat startled laugh. “No, not a ‘sex thing’. A type of pastry. Dessert. And given that you had to ask I shall conclude the answer is no.”
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"Not ringing a bell," Marc said. "Is it a British thing? Steven might've had it if it's a British thing."
And vegan but Watts knew that part without saying.
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He nodded. “In retrospect, I ought to have done these first, and used the unacceptable pieces to mix into the batter. But the recipe mentioned those not needing to be peeled, whereas these were. So in my haste I did the easier part first.”
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Which meant of course that Watts wanted the end result to look as nice as possible, even if Steven would like it regardless.
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