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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"Our coffee," Watts echoed, remembering how Steven had introduced him to modern coffee drinks back when they'd first met. "My subconscious must have nudged me in that direction. I have very fond memories of your kindness when I was overwhelmed by all the options. And the prices," he added drily.

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"It's a happy memory for me as well," Steven said. He cut two slices, nothing so large that would ruin their appetites for later, but enough to be a treat. He offered the larger of the two to Llewellyn. "I'm glad you chose it. And arranged all this. It's a wonderful surprise."

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"You're a wonderful man," Watts pointed out, taking the cake slice and offering a flute of champagne in return.

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"A toast to our holiday then?" Steven suggested as he took his glass. "All the good things to come?"

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"To good things, and new things, together," Watts agreed, balancing his plate in one hand and the glass in the other as he held it up to clink gently against Steven's.

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"I especially like the sound of that last part," Steven said. "Together."

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"As do I," Watts agreed, setting the glass back down on the table so he could take a bite of the cake, making an appreciative noise as he did so.

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Steven quickly put his own glass down so he could join Llewellyn in the tasting. "Oh that is nice! Decadent. We'll have to take our time with it while we're here."

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"Don't know that I could replicate it exactly," Especially all the decorative work, "But perhaps I could look up a recipe when we're home, try my own hand at it sometime."

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"I think it'll be better if it's different," Steven said. "Because it'll be yours."

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"You, my darling, are hopelessly biased," Watts said, leaning in to offer a mocha-flavoured kiss.

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Steven kissed back, giving a quick lick at Llewellyn's lips just on the odd chance there was any stray frosting there. "I love you, I love what you make. Hardly biased at all."

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"I never claimed that it was a bad thing," Watts pointed out. "I like- that you like what I make for you."

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"Works out nicely because I like what you make," Steven said. "But it is true. I mean this cake is lovely, no question. But if you made it exactly it'd be you imitating someone else. Which is an effort I'd appreciate, of course. But I'd also love your own cake you made as well. Because it was yours. Something you picked because you thought we'd like it."

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"My Gentleman Knight," Watts said fondly. "You like to call me a poet but you've got a way with words yourself, you know."

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"Just describing how I feel," Steven said, ducking his head as a blush touched his cheeks. Then he remembered. "I mean thank you. Still true though. That I'd like what you made because it was yours."

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Bias or not, that Steven found his efforts better because they were his filled Watts with a great deal of pride, because he was well aware that there were other, far more accomplished bakers out there.

"Well, as I said. I like that you like it."

Watts was not always terribly poetic, no.

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As far as Steven was concerned, no amount of technical skill could ever replace food that was made with love.

"I do," Steven said. He looked around. "And our room. This is very nice. Lovely view. Are you all right with it?"

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To be honest, Watts hadn't paid too much attention to how many stories high the suite was once he found out about the available amenities. Maybe if he had, he might have paused for a moment before making a reservation.

"It's all right," he said, glancing out the window.

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"Are you sure?" Steven asked. "We could always change rooms or keep the curtains drawn if you need it."

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"We've solid walls," well, and picture windows, "Keeping us from the outside world," Watts said. "So long as they remain so, I am content."

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"All right," Steven said. He pressed a kiss to Llewellyn's cheek. "Please tell me if that changes?"

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"Mmm, I will," Watts said, around another mouthful of cake.

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Steven chuckled fondly as he watched Llewellyn eat. "I love you dearly. My dear."

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"My dear?" Watts echoed. "That's a new one."

He did not sound in the least bit displeased about this, for the record.