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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"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?"

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"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."

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"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."

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"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.

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There was less leaning required! Completely different.

"Much like yourself," Steven replied.

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"Flirt," Watts declared.

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"Yours," Steven replied.

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"Mine," Watts agreed, holding out a forkful of cake for Steven. Yes, they each had their own plates, Wasn't going to stop him.

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Steven smiled as he took the offered bite. Then he made an appreciative noise at the taste. No words, he was too busy chewing.

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Watts beamed at him, pleased by that reaction. "You like it, then?"

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"It's wonderful," Steven said once he'd swallowed. "The flavors came together very well."

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"I thought so as well," Watts agreed, after taking a bite of his own. "Sweet, but not too sweet."

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"Now a butter tart, before Marc eats them all," Steven said as he took a bite. He made an appreciative noise again, giving Llewellyn a thumbs up.

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Watts, likewise, took a bite of his own. "I could easily eat a dozen of these in one sitting," he admitted. He would not, but he could.

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"If we hadn't just had dinner I might do the same," Steven admitted. "Marc certainly could. At least he has his own. Better chance he leaves ours alone then."

Marc was making no promises.