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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"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.

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"I could always make more, if it came to that," Watts said. "Though I wouldn't want anyone to get bored of them."

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"At the moment you're staying sat here next to me," Steven told him. He got a forkful of cake from his own plate and held it up for Llewellyn. "I'll tell you if I get bored of it."

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"I should hope you don't get bored of sitting next to me," Watts said before he took the offered bite with a smile.

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"Not very likely," Steven told him with a smile. "You're far too nice to be close to. Comfortable and safe. Like home."