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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"Seems sound to me," Watts informed him.

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"I'm glad you've learned to agree with me on these matters of science, dear," Steven said. He grinned. "See? Full circle there."

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"Hmm," Watts hummed. "How clever you are, my darling, and how lucky am I, to have you." Having finished with his cake and champagne, Watts set the empty plate and glass aside.

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Steven looked around. "Shall we see how comfortable the seating is?"

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"We could," Watts agreed, though he clearly had something else in mind.

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Steven put his own glass and plate to the side. "Or? You've something else you'd care for?"

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"I do indeed," Watts said, pulling Steven close before leading him around the floor in a quick little dance step.

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Steven laughed, delighted. He settled into position with Llewellyn, following his lead. "I like this. Excellent new memory to be had here."

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"We've all this space," Watts said. "Seemed a good way to make use of it."

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"I'd dance with you in big spaces or small," Steven told him, looking at Llewellyn fondly. "For as long as you'd like."

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"I am going to hold you to that, Steven Grant," Watts told him, smiling to show he was aware of the play on words, given their current position. "As there are many places indeed that I would like to share a dance with you."