Midnight Manor Private Residence, Tuesday Afternoon

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Today was Pie Day. No, not Pi Day, which was legally distinct and had been back in March, but a very specific anniversary of the baking of a very specific pie.

And what better way to celebrate the making of a pie than by... making pie to enjoy for dessert later tonight?

The ingredients were laid out, the recipe book was turned to the appropriate page, and the cat had been provided with a catnip toy to keep him busy and hopefully out from underfoot while they worked.

"I do believe that's everything," Watts said as he pulled the spices out from the cupboard and lined them up with the rest of the ingredients.

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"I distract you?" Watts scoffed playfully.

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"Yes," Steven said, cheerful in return. "I believe I just said so."

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"And you are, of course, never anything but honest with me," Watts said, biting back a grin.

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"I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true," Steven confirmed.

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"Hmph," Watts scoffed, shaking his head as he went back to slicing his apples. He was still trying very hard not to smile, though.

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"Both could be true," Steven pointed out. "We distract one another."

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"Mmm," Watts hummed. "I'll allow that."

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Steven leaned up to give him a smooch. "Good. Then we are in agreement."

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"I do prefer when that is the state of things," Watts said. Which it was more often than not, a natural side effect of their general policy of honesty with each other.

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Or, when they didn't agree, at least respecting one another's opinion.

"Funny to think how far we've come," Steven said, indicating the apples in front of him. "All the things we've made together since that first time."

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"Indeed," Watts said. "There was a time when neither of us thought preparing our own food that important, and now," he smiled fondly at Steven. "Some of my favourite memories are of working alongside you in the kitchen. All the new things we've tried."

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Steven smiled back. "Making things for each other as well."

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"There is a great deal of love in this kitchen," Watts nodded.

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Steven had to kiss him at that. No choice. Nor was Steven the slightest bit sorry.

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Shockingly, Watts too had very little problem with the current state of affairs.

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"You say such wonderful things," Steven told him. "Poet."

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"Why thank you," Watts said. "You do inspire such thoughts in me."

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Llewellyn got a kiss for the thank you. "You help make our home feel special."

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"I do believe that one is a team effort," Watts replied.

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"I'll accept that," Steven said. "Thank you."

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"Our home," Watts said, no small amount of wonder in his voice. "That's still- I shall never tire of that."

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"Like our family?" Steven guessed. "It's what amazes me."

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"Both," Watts admitted. "They're both- a source of great joy for me. To have- someplace I belong."

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"Very much so." Steven wrapped an arm around Llewellyn's waist. "You belong here. With me, Marc, Raphael, our home..."

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They had a pie to make, yes, but Watts was just going to take a moment to lean in to Steven, dropping his head on his beau's shoulder.