Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Morning

[pocketpretzels]

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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[pocketpretzels]

"Yes, I would like to try both," Llewellyn said with a nod.

[hasaknightjob]

"Easily done," Steven said. He got out small ramekins and poured a little honey and maple syrup into one each. He put them on the counter in reach of Llewellyn. "You can dip a piece of waffle in there to see how you like them."

[pocketpretzels]

Llewellyn watched Steven pour the syrup and honey with open curiosity. "All right."

[hasaknightjob]

That taken care of, Steven then moved on to carefully putting their waffles onto plates. For Llewellyn's, Steven took the fruit that had been ordered to make a face on Llewellyn's waffle. Blueberries formed the smile and two banana slices formed the eyes. He then presented that to Llewellyn with a flourish. "Ta da!"

[pocketpretzels]

"You made a face!" That last word came close to being a shriek, but a happy one, judging by the fact that Llewellyn giggled after he said it.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven smiled, feeling glad and also relieved that Llewellyn liked it. "I did. A happy waffle, just for you."

[pocketpretzels]

Llewellyn reached to start tearing a couple pieces off to dip in the honey and syrup, then stopped. "Wait!"

[hasaknightjob]

Steven froze from where he was getting his own plate to bring over. "What's wrong?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Do you have your magic camera?" Llewellyn asked.

He was a smart child, but even he could really only grasp so much regarding the technological changes that had happened in the last century and a quarter. Thus, mobile telephones were clearly magic cameras.

[hasaknightjob]

It took Steven a moment to translate. "To take a picture you mean? I do indeed."

[pocketpretzels]

"Take one of the waffle face?" Llewellyn asked. "Please?" he remembered to add.

[hasaknightjob]

"Of course," Steven said, getting his mobile to do just that. "Would you like a picture of yourself as well?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Ummmmm," Llewellyn thought about it. "All right."

[hasaknightjob]

"Only if you're comfortable," Steven said. "I won't be cross if you say no."

[pocketpretzels]

"I'm not good at being still," Llewellyn reminded Steven.

[hasaknightjob]

"I don't mind that," Steven said. "But if it means you wouldn't feel happy about a picture then I don't need to take one. Your comfort is important."

[pocketpretzels]

Well now he was just getting a slightly puzzled look because no one had ever said that to him before.

[hasaknightjob]

"It's all right to say no," Steven told him. "I promise."

[pocketpretzels]

"I try being still sometimes," Llewellyn said. "I'm just- not good." His concern wasn't so much the photograph itself as staying still long enough for the photograph to be taken, which of course was harder to articulate.

[hasaknightjob]

"Shall we not worry about it now and let you enjoy your breakfast?" Steven asked. "We can always take a picture of you later if we want."

Particularly since these things tended to last a weekend, so they had time.

[pocketpretzels]

Llewellyn nodded, visibly relived by the prospect of not worrying about it.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven put his mobile away so that Llewellyn could see it wasn't a concern now that the pictures of the food were taken care of. "Would you like me to cut your waffle for you?"

[pocketpretzels]

"I want to try the syrup first," Llewellyn reminded Steven.

[hasaknightjob]

"Don't you need a piece of waffle to do that?" Steven asked.

[pocketpretzels]

"Yeeees," Llewellyn said. "But only a piece." A beat. "Two pieces."