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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"That's true," Steven said. He started to eat another forkful of stuffing, then hesitated. "Unless something happens to the hotel like on that one holiday. But surely even then that'd be all right? Big city, loads of hotels?"

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"Not so isolated as a- space station? Or whatever that was," Watts agreed. "And simple enough to catch a portal home should we wish."

[hasaknightjob]

"We'll have to look up things about the city," Steven said. "Or do you feel you remember enough to play tour guide?"

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"Oh, I should probably refresh my memory," Watts said. "I'm sure- some of the places of historical interest remain the same but I'm certain things would have changed as well. So yes, we shall have to investigate points of interest."

[hasaknightjob]

"Plenty of time until we go," Steven said. "And I think they make local attractions available? Sort of a guide for potential activities?"

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Watts nodded. "We can join excursions- and of course," he grinned. "Take a day or two to enjoy the view from our hotel room."

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Steven blushed. "Yes. That would. Be nice as well."

Steven suddenly looked worried. "It'd only be us, yeah? No rooming with any others?"

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"We can sign up with a chosen roommate," Watts assured him, because yes he had looked in to this. "We'd only be assigned someone at random if we signed up separately."

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"I choose you," Steven said. "So that's clear."

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"I'd not abide any other roommate," Watts said firmly. Well, Marc, in theory, but if Marc and Watts were rooming together it wasn't a pleasure excursion.

[hasaknightjob]

"Unless Marc had to pop in," Steven said. "But not for sleeping."

Steven had firm opinions on who got to share a bed with Llewellyn. Only one person was allowed, in fact. Him.

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If there ever was occasion where Watts and Marc had to share a room to sleep in, there would be separate beds, thank you.

"Exactly," Watts agreed. "As we did in Toronto."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven hesitated, then asked, "The modern Toronto, right?"

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"Yes," Watts said. "Sorry. I was thinking- of when Marc and I attended the baseball game. Not- we shan't be required to sleep in separate beds."

Little did either of them know these trips actually had a tendency towards the opposite: assigning roommates to a room with one bed when they were expecting two.

[hasaknightjob]

"Right then." Steven relaxed. "If it was necessary of course I would. But if it isn't I'd much rather we be close."

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"As would I," Watts smiled at him. "Though I suppose if we were given a room with separate beds we could push them together. Or simply choose one to sleep in, were they large enough to fit us both. It isn't like- the past. Where we would face trouble for sharing a bed."

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"Agreed," Steven said. "I understand if it's to stay out of trouble. Simply to stay away from you is not on."

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"I am far too selfish to do so," Watts told him.

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"Good." Steven smiled. "Don't mind you being selfish about me."

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"Always," Watts said, reaching out to straighten Steven's shirt collar. "You are mine, after all."

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"And you're mine," Steven said. "No matter where or when we are."

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"Just as I like it," Watts agreed, emphasizing his statement with a kiss.

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Steven kissed him back. "Looking forward to it, really. New place. New activities. Even if all that makes them new is where we are."

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"Oh, I do like that," Watts said. "Rather poetic."

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"Is there lovely foliage?" Steven asked, then immediately corrected himself. "Suppose it depends on where we'd be staying. But good time of year for it."