Midnight Manor Private Residence, Wednesday Evening

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Following Steven's chat with Liz last night at the party, he'd let Watts know that he was ready to head home, where Watts could collect on that promised dance. There was no regret about making the effort to go out and attend the party, but it did mean that both of them felt rather strongly about tonight's date night being a cozy night in.

Something that often involved cooking dinner together but tonight they had other ideas. Hence, they'd gotten takeout so as to keep the kitchen relatively clean for their post dinner activity, which was baking cookies.

Watts surveyed the counter where he'd laid out all of their ingredients, and after nodding in satisfaction, pushed his sleeves up to his elbows. "There. We're ready to go."

[ooc: for the beau, and NFB.]

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Steven stepped behind Llewellyn and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Does this count?"

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“If you ask me- which you did- I would certainly say so,” Watts said, leaning back into that embrace.

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"Suppose I could imitate Raphael and be up by the ceiling," Steven said, "but this is better."

Steven rest his chin on Llewellyn's shoulder to help make himself comfortable.

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At Steven’s words Watts instinctively looked up and indeed, there was Raphael, sprawled across one of the wooden beams that crossed the kitchen ceiling, tail dangling down and twitching like a furry metronome.

“I wholeheartedly agree,” he told Steven.

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Steven followed Llewellyn's gaze and snickered. "Think he's hoping to pounce on the flour?"

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“Oh, almost certainly,” Watts said. And then, as if it just occurred to him: “You’d better not be in cahoots, you two,” he teased.

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"I would never," Steven said. Then he grinned. "Now sneaking him treats on the other hand..."

Not at the moment though. Raphael was up much too high.

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“Treats and toys,” Watts said in mock exasperation. “He is a spoiled little man.”

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"But both toy llamas were so cute!" Steven protested. "How was I to choose?"

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“I don’t know that I would have been able to choose either,” Watts admitted. “Anyway, as much as I tease I rather like that he is spoiled now. He had a rough start to life and certainly deserves it.”

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"Agreed," Steven said. He wished he could reach up to pet Raphael. Instead he resolved to give extra pets when the cat was closer. "He's a good lady. He deserves to know he's loved and wanted."

A common theme of residents of the house, really.