BWI Airport & Then a Plane Enroute to YYZ, Sunday Afternoon

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Part of the preparations for their trip had involved Watts being briefed on what was and was not allowed to be carried on to an airplane. As absurd as Watts found most of the rules, he did obviously abide by them, meaning their trip through the security line was uneventful, if somewhat tedious. Also, hey, the first real test of Watts's modern identity papers!

So, security, and then waiting at the gate- where Watts's attention had first been drawn by the wine bar but apparently there would not be enough time to sit and properly enjoy a glass before they had to board. What was possible, however, was a stop at some place called 'Auntie Anne's' which sold hot pretzels.

"Would you care for one?" Watts asked Steven as he tugged him towards the counter.

[ooc: NFB for distance, for the beau and up early for SP!]

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"This is us," Steven confirmed. He pointed. "You can tuck your bag there. It'll not knock about if there's turbulence but you can easily reach it if you need. Otherwise you'd put it in this space overhead, you see."

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Watts tucked his bag away where Steven had indicated, and then settled into his seat, elbow knocking against something as he did so.

“Huh,” he said, after fumbling to catch what turned out to be a tiny bottle of water.

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"See?" Steven said. "Snacks!"

Not that water itself was a snack, but it was an indication of refreshments to come.

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“And a small television!” Watts observed, taking in everything around them. “How extravagant.”

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Steven had been looking forward to Llewellyn's discovery of that. "There's music as well if you like. Sometimes games. Video games though."

Steven knew Llewellyn didn't care for video games as much as traditional board games, so he did want to temper expectations.

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“Doesn’t that get- terribly noisy, if everyone is listening to something?” Watts wondered. He did know about headphones, of course, but they were one of those things he didn’t use often.

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"You use headphones," Steven explained. "They'll provide some if you don't have any with you."

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"I didn't think to bring any," Watts admitted. "But- I've you right beside me, seems a shame to forgo conversation with my favourite person when that's an option."

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Steven bumped their shoulders together. "Don't mind talking with you either. But I'll understand if you want to try it out for the experience."

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"Perhaps for a few minutes," Watts conceded.

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"Entirely up to you," Steven assured him. "It's your first time. Don't want you feeling like you missed out on anything you wanted to try."

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“Maybe so, but I don’t want to do so at the expense of ignoring you,” Watts said.

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"I've flown before," Steven said, "So I've no needs here other than wanting to make sure you have as much of the experience as you care to. But it's kind of you to think of me."

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“I need to make sure my traveling companion is also having a pleasant time,” Watts insisted.

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"I'll let you know if that changes," Steven promised. "So far I'm enjoying watching you experience it."

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Which is about when the flight attendant came around and offered them each a drink, which Watts happily accepted after taking a look at their handful of wine options. He glanced over at Steven to see if he would also order anything.

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Steven normally wouldn't have gone with wine but he did so he could match Llewellyn. "We could do a toast. To your first flight?"

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"Oh, yes," Watts said, and then was distracted again when the flight attendant returned with the tiny bottles and little plastic wine glasses. "Oh, how charming!"

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Again Steven was distracted by how wonderful it was to see Llewellyn's enjoyment. "Perhaps you could take the empty bottle home as a souvenir?"

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"I might just," Watts said, pouring his wine into the glass and holding it up for Steven to toast.

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Steven clinked their glasses together. Or perhaps tapped since plastic didn't really clink. "To your first flight."

Steven hesitated as he tried to think of what else to say, then proudly came up with, "May it soar."

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“Steven Grant!” Watts exclaimed, attempting to sound exasperated.

The giggle he was clearly holding back kind of ruined the effect there.

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Steven grinned, unable to be fully serious as well. "I mean that is what we'd like planes to do. Except when they're landing I suppose."

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“True enough,” Watts acknowledged. “Thank you,” he said. “For being willing to go to all this trouble.”

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"Of course," Steven said. He put his wine glass down. "I'm glad we're able to. Been on our list of things to do for a while now."