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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"Never," Watts said firmly. "You did a wonderful job, and I was glad for a second pair of hands."

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"Especially for all the chopping?" Steven said, holding up a piece of roasted carrot on the end of his fork. "I liked being side by side with you. Don't think we got in each other's way too much? While we cooked?"

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Steven's first question got a nod of assent. "We've a good rhythm down," Watts added in response to the second. "Comes from all our practice together, even if it's not usually so elaborate a meal."

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"I think so," Steven agreed. "Figuring out how to divvy it all up as well. Only being on top of one another if that's what we'd prefer to be."

Like when kissing.

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"Why, Steven Grant, how positively wicked of you!" Watts replied with a grin.

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"What?" Steven asked, genuinely confused for a moment as he hadn't realized how literal his phrasing could seem. Then it clicked and he blushed. "Oh! Erm. Yes. That - that later. I imagine."

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"Promise?" Watts asked.

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"Promise," Steven said with a smile. "Something extra to be grateful for."

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"I look forward to it," Watts said, nudging Steven's foot with his own as he smiled back.

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Steven nudged back. "Me too. After we enjoy our meal. It's meant to be appreciated."

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"As I shall appreciate you afterwards," Watts agreed.

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Steven blushed again. "Cheeky."

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"I cannot help if you inspire it in me," Watts told him.

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"Flirt," Steven replied. Then he hesitated. "Or was that a thank you?"

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"I would accept either, in this instance," Watts said with a smile.

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"Then thank you," Steven said with a grin. "Flirt."

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"Ah!" Watts said, around a mouthful of mashed potato. "Clever."

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"Thank you," Steven replied, proudly. He helped himself to a mouthful of mushrooms.

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Watts waited until they'd both finished their respective bites, and then leaned in to offer the usual kiss.

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Steven kissed back, giving a light lick at Llewellyn's lips when he did.

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"Hungry, hmm?" Watts murmured playfully.

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"Starving," Steven replied. He gave Llewellyn another light kiss then sat back before he could get too distracted. "One benefit of this being after a fast I suppose."

Two days after a fast, but still.

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"We'll have no trouble cleaning our plates," Watts agreed.

Not that he usually did unless he was ill, but details.

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"No harm having leftovers either," Steven said. "Things to nibble on tomorrow."

He then gave Llewellyn a shy grin.

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"Wicked," Watts said, with utter fondness. "I like it."