Midnight Manor Private Residence, Wednesday Evening

[pocketpretzels]

Last night's gathering had been a success, at least by Watts and Steven's standards. Which was that a) everyone appeared to have a good time, b) no-one left hungry and c) there were enough leftovers that anyone who wanted some could take some home. Including the hosts.

They'd enjoyed some of those leftovers for lunch, Marc also making an appearance to have the jalapeno poppers Arden had made. When it had come time to contemplate dinner, though, a decision was made to veer in a completely different direction and order some Japanese takeout.

"Dinner has arrived," Watts said, triumphantly holding up the takeout bag as he made his way back in to the living room.

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[pocketpretzels]

"Suppose we could always try. And if he doesn't like it, well. That's that."

[hasaknightjob]

"Shame we can't ask him," Steven said. He pet Raphael, lightly running his hand over the kitty head in question. "But he would look adorable. Of course he always does."

[pocketpretzels]

"A handsome lad," Watts agreed. "Though," his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Once again in second place behind you."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven grinned. He whispered in return, "Thank you. I'll not tell. It can be between you and me."

[pocketpretzels]

"And perhaps following dinner there can be nothing at all between you and me," Watts suggested with a wink.