Inner Harbor Ice Rink, Baltimore, Wednesday Evening

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It was that time of year again- namely the outdoor ice rink was open for business. Watts and Steven had discussed plans to go ice skating again regularly enough that investing in their own instead of renting every time just made sense, and so their post-services errands this past Saturday had involved a stop at a sporting goods store for them both to be fitted with ice skates.

Watts currently had his slung over one shoulder as he looked around for a free bench for them to sit and skate up. "Ah, there we are!" he declared, nudging Steven and nodding over at a spot where a young family had just departed.