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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"At the very least," Watts agreed. "We could get several meals out of all of this."

Still an amazing concept, to someone who'd not had access to modern refrigeration until two and a half years ago.

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"Marc might even help himself to more than the butter tarts," Steven said. He scraped plates as needed before putting them into the dishwashing cupboard. "Oh - should I put a kettle on for tea?"

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Watts smiled at the mention of Marc helping himself to some of the leftovers. For all his complaining about vegan food, he had no qualms about eating most of the things Steven and Watts left in the fridge. "Please," he said, in response to Steven's question, pausing briefly to press a kiss to his cheek.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven smiled up at him, then got busy with the kettle and the cups. "I'd say this is going rather well so far. I'm enjoying it."

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"I'm glad," Watts said as he packed up their leftovers. "Thank you, for wanting to share this day with me."

[hasaknightjob]

"Thank you for sharing it," Steven said. He went to collect more from the dining room, pausing to kiss Llewellyn on the cheek as he passed.

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While Steven did that, Watts busied himself with preparing their dessert- a slice of apple cake and a tart each.

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Steven smiled when he came back in and saw that. "Thank you, love. They look wonderful. And I'm still hungry enough to eat them."

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"That's why I went with smaller slices," Watts said. The tarts, of course, were already portioned. "So we could fully enjoy them."

[hasaknightjob]

"They smell wonderful," Steven said. He leaned in to have a sniff, then used that to sneak in and steal another kiss on Llewellyn's cheek. "Thank you."

[pocketpretzels]

"Thank you, though your assistance with the apples in particular was invaluable," Watts replied.

[hasaknightjob]

"I enjoyed it," Steven said.

The kettle whistled so Steven started putting together their tea.

"Worked out well, didn't it? Had our apples for dessert and our soup all in one go."

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"Start to finish," Watts agreed. He considered their plates. "Dining room?" he said thoughtfully. "Or shall we curl up on a couch?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Hadn't thought about options," Steven admitted. "Normally I'd say dining room. But we can make our own traditions, right?"

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"Exactly," Watts said. "I thought- the couch might be a nice way to close out the meal."

[hasaknightjob]

"Let's do couch then," Steven said. "Living room?"

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"All right," Watts nodded, gathering up said plates. "Living room it is."

[hasaknightjob]

"I've got the tea," Steven said. He picked up the cups to follow along. "Just as you like."

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"Thank you, darling," Watts leaned in to sneak one more quick kiss before heading out to the living room.

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"It'll be good to relax," Steven said as he followed. "Nothing so formal. Not that our dining room is formal but - you get what I mean?"

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"I do," Watts nodded. "This is somewhat more- intimate," he set the plates down on the coffee table and then folded himself down on to the couch.

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Steven put the teacups down beside the plates, then sat down, tucking himself up close to Llewellyn. "Indeed. No space between us. Unless we want there to be."

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"Which I do not, personally," Watts said.

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"Nor I," Steven said. He turned around enough to give Llewellyn a quick kiss.

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"You see? Perfect."

Could they have kissed at the dining room table too? Sure, but this was different.