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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[hasaknightjob]

"He doesn't use the term 'friend' lightly," Steven reminded him.

Or much at all. Really just for Llewellyn. Anyone else like Layla was for lack of a better word.

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"I have noticed that," Watts agreed.

[hasaknightjob]

"He means it," Steven said. "Even if he doesn't say it often. You're one of the few people he feels comfortable around."

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"It's mutual," Watts said. "I may have- a longer list of those I would consider friends." Not that much longer, what with some recent departures from the island. "But with both you and he I find I can- relax in a way that I generally cannot, around most people."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm glad he can be that for you," Steven said. "And that you have others. People you trust and care about."

[pocketpretzels]

"The two of you most of all," Watts said. "My family."

Even if that was a word Marc was even less likely to use.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven reached to squeeze Llewellyn's hand. "Our family."

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That seemed like the sort of moment that invited a kiss, so Watts indulged his impulse there.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven was fine with that, as the contented sigh he gave more than indicated.

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"Love you," Watts sighed into the kiss.

[hasaknightjob]

"Love you too, my dearest," Steven said. "More than I could ever say."

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"Mmm, feel free to make the attempt regardless," Watts said playfully.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven grinned. He leaned over to kiss Llewellyn again and again, murmuring "Love you" each time.

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Watts's delighted expression probably betrayed the fact that this was the exact outcome he'd been hoping for.

[hasaknightjob]

Was he also hoping for Steven to keep doing it? Because he was going to keep doing it. Probably until Llewellyn stopped him.

[pocketpretzels]

Well, they would have to get around to dessert eventually. But right now Watts was content with kisses.

[hasaknightjob]

Dessert for sure. In the meanwhile, kisses and saying "I love you" could be a palate cleanser.

[pocketpretzels]

Of course, not only was Watts enjoying this immensely, he also didn't want to seem rude by demanding Steven stop kissing him. A terrible dilemma.

[hasaknightjob]

It would be rude. Might even make the kisses seem unwelcome. Couldn't do that to Steven. He had enough insecurities as it was.

[pocketpretzels]

The narrative got it. Clearly, the only reasonable option was to keep going.

[hasaknightjob]

At least for a few moments longer. Give them both time to digest the main meal before moving on to the last course.

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Though perhaps it wasn't so much a palate cleanser as it was an amuse-bouche...

[hasaknightjob]

If Steven could read narrative he would've appreciated that joke. As it was he chuckled a little simply because he was happy.

[pocketpretzels]

So was Watts, who couldn't help a little chuckle of his own in response to Steven's obvious joy.

[hasaknightjob]

"I like that we have this as well," Steven admitted. "The ability to have fun."