Midnight Manor Private Residence, Monday Evening

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A Thanksgiving feast, even when just for two(ish) people, was still a feast, and thus had required both yesterday and today to be properly prepared. Most of the dishes were the same as last year: the main along with the side dishes of vegetables, potatoes, and stuffing. And yes, of course there were dinner rolls.

New this year was a soup and simple garden salad. Dessert was also the same as last year, with apple cake and butter tarts (along with a batch of the non-vegan variety that had been set aside for Marc).

"It looks fantastic," Watts said, surveying everything laid out on the dining room table. "Will you light the candles, then, while I go fetch us a bottle of wine?"

[ooc: for the beau!]

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Meanwhile, Watts had poured their wine into glasses. He debated for a moment whether to fill his plate or take a spoonful of soup first, and- well. Soup won out.

"Oh, that's delicious," he said, after swallowing a spoonful. "Well done, darling."

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"Thank you, love," Steven said. He held up his wine glass for a toast. "To Thanksgiving? To family?"

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"To our Thanksgiving, our family," Watts agreed, clinking his glass against Steven's.

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"I can't believe we did it all," Steven said. "In time for eating and all. Well done, us."

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"And with time for plenty of these along the way," Watts said, leaning in to offer a kiss.

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"Vital part of the process," Steven said as he kissed Llewellyn back. "Wouldn't have tasted as good otherwise."

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"It's scientific fact." Had they ever attempted to cook a meal together without kissing breaks to test this theory? Of course not. But that obviously was not the point.

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"Meal has to be made with love," Steven said. He tore a piece from the roll he'd already given Raphael a piece from and dipped it into his soup. "Otherwise it's just food."

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"I like that," Watts said. "Very poetic."

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"Thank you," Steven said. "It's a day to inspire poetic thinking, isn't it? Appreciation for what we have."

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"Which is so much," Watts said. "A home, a family..."

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"A boarding house with residents who are happy living here," Steven added. "Friends we've made and new friends that we're making."

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If Watts's smile wavered for just a moment at that last one, well. Never mind. "The opportunity to try new things and visit new places."

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Steven reached over to lightly brush Llewellyn's hand to show he'd seen that hesitation and was there for him.

"And make our own traditions," he added. "Adapting as we go."

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"Building our life together," Watts nodded.

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Steven leaned over to give Llewellyn another kiss. "Doing so with the love of my life, who I'm grateful to have found."

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"Through worlds and time," Watts murmured in to that kiss.

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"I am so very thankful for you, Llewellyn Watts," Steven said. He caressed Llewellyn's cheek. "My dearest, foolish partner."

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"As I am for you, Steven Grant, my darling, equally foolish partner," Watts replied, nuzzling in to that touch.

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"I suppose we can be thankful for the island then as well," Steven said. "It brought us together and that's what made all the rest happen."

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"Generally speaking, I am," Watts nodded. "It can be- troublesome- at times. But overall? I am most grateful to be here."

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"Troublesome in interesting ways," Steven said. "Unlike anything either of us would get at - in the worlds we came from. But it brings good with everything else. Rather like life that way."

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"I suppose that's true," Watts admitted. Even coming in to possession (?) of Midnight, although initially a terrifying experience, had turned out to be something wonderful.

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"And the greatest benefit of all," Steven said. "You and me meeting."

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"Indeed," Watts said. "I cannot imagine a life without you, nor would I care to."

Did it matter that a Watts who'd never made it to the island would have no idea what he was missing? No, of course not. Not the point.