Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Morning

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The heating pad had helped a great deal to soothe the ache in his arm, though at some point during the night Watts still found himself awake and restless. He scribbled a quick note for Steven and headed downstairs to make himself a cup of tea.

Fandom being Fandom, he never made it back upstairs, and thus come Saturday morning there was a tiny Llewellyn Watts fast asleep on the library couch, one arm slung over an equally fast asleep Raphael, who was laid out next to him.

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"Nice house," Llewellyn agreed.

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"Nice you," Steven replied. "How are you? Are you hungry? I've not had breakfast yet."

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Llewellyn was pretty much always hungry, which wasn't much of a change from the bigger version, so he nodded. "M'hungry too."

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"Are you in the mood for anything in particular?" Steven asked. "If we don't have it, we can get it delivered."

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"Can I have a orange?" Llewellyn asked.

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"You can absolutely have an orange," Steven said. "What else would you like?"

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"Dunno," Llewellyn replied. "What else is there?" Yes, Steven had said they could have things delivered, but that was still a very big question to consider.

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"We could have bagels like last time?" Steven suggested. "Or we could have pancakes or waffles? Or eggs?"

Llewellyn could have eggs, Steven would stick with vegan options.

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"Waffles!" Llewellyn echoed excitedly, causing Raphael to stir. "Oh, sorry, sorry..." he apologized to the cat, patting him softly. "Shh."

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"No waffles for Raphael," Steven said. "But he'll have his own lovely breakfast. And you and I will have waffles together. With oranges."

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"His food did not look good but it's good for cats," Llewellyn nodded, remembering.

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"That's it," Steven said, encouraging. "It matters more to him if I smells nice. You and me, though, our waffles can look interesting."

Steven was totally going to request that Llewellyn's waffles have a face on them made out of fruit.

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"Ours should smell nice too?" Llewellyn said cautiously. "But nice for people. Not cats."

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"Agreed," Steven said. "And taste nice for people, not cats."

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Llewellyn nodded. "Yes," he said. "P'cisely."

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"Let me put in an order for our breakfast," Steven said, "And then perhaps you can help me feed Raphael while we wait?"

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"But he's still sleepin'" Llewellyn pointed out. "I don't want to wake him if he's tired." Which he might end up doing if he moved, oh no.

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"He'll be happy to wake up for breakfast," Steven assured him. To prove it, he quietly said in the cat's direction, "Raphael? Would you like breakfast now?"

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Raphael was a very smart cat, and as a very smart cat, there were some human words he could recognise. 'Breakfast' was absolutely one of them (a lot of them were food-related, actually, for some reason), and so yes, his eyes opened and his ears visibly perked up at Steven's question.

"Oh!" Llewellyn giggled, sitting up now that it was evident moving wouldn't upset the cat.

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"See?" Steven said. "He's a good lad who knows it's time to eat. Would you like to help me feed him?"

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"I won't spill like last time!" That was... probably wishful thinking, to be honest, but a spill of either water or cat food was hardly the end of the world.

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"Even if you do it's all right," Steven said. He stood up and held a hand out for Llewellyn to take if he wanted. "Anything spilled is easily cleaned. No harm done."

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Raphael sprang up off the couch, landing neatly on the floor and prompting another pleased giggle from Llewellyn, who, yes, absolutely took that offered hand as he scrambled off the couch.

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"I believe we have oranges here as well," Steven said. He headed to the kitchen, swinging his and Llewellyn's hands as he did just for the fun of it. "You could have one while we wait for delivery."

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"That means I get two oranges?" Llewellyn squeaked. The only reason he wasn't awed by the concept of meal delivery itself was because it had been explained to him last time he'd been here.