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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And Llewellyn watched this whole process with open and avid curiosity. "Neat!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Would you like to try getting part of the peel off?" Steven asked. He held out the orange where he'd already loosened a sizable bit and all anyone needed to do was give a light tug to make it let go. "Like there?"

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Llewellyn reached out and pulled as instructed, coming away with a piece of orange peel roughly the size of a quarter. "Like that?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Exactly that!" Steven said, giving him a proud look. "Well done. That can be hard on the fingers."

[pocketpretzels]

Llewellyn brought his hand up close to his face so he could give his fingers a careful inspection. "They smell orange-y!" he reported.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven chuckled. "I wager they do. We can wash our hands before we go so we don't get orange all over things."

[pocketpretzels]

Llewellyn giggled at the thought. "That'd be funny."

The little piece of orange peel was getting tucked away in a pocket, though.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven frowned in confusion. "Why are you saving the peel in your pocket?"

[pocketpretzels]

"For later," Llewellyn explained.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven looked at Llewellyn with interest. "And what were you going to do with it later?"

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"Eat it," Llewellyn told him. "If I'm hungry."

[hasaknightjob]

"What? Oh no, no," Steven said. He held out his hand for Llewellyn to give him the peel. "We don't eat those. They're not edible."

[pocketpretzels]

"They are so," Llewellyn frowned at him.

[hasaknightjob]

"Have you tried it?" Steven asked. "They taste horrible."

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Llewellyn nodded. "They taste fine."

Not great, but yunno, not inedible.

[hasaknightjob]

"Well they're still not meant to be eaten," Steven said. He indicated his open hand. "Give it here please."

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Llewellyn shook his head.

[hasaknightjob]

"Llewellyn, it's not for eating," Steven said. "It'll just make your pocket dirty."

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"I can eat it if I want to," Llewellyn insisted. "It tastes fine," he repeated.

[hasaknightjob]

"You'll make yourself sick if you do," Steven told him. He thought about it. "Is it the waste that you're worried about? You don't want to throw it away?"

[pocketpretzels]

"I eat the outsides of apples and I don't get sick," Llewellyn argued. "And- and bananas!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Apple peels are meant to be eaten," Steven said. He frowned. "You eat banana peels?"

[pocketpretzels]

"So it don't get wasted!" Llewellyn explained, which also helpfully answered Steven's earlier question.

[hasaknightjob]

"Llewellyn," Steven said, patiently, "You are a little boy, not a trash compactor."

[pocketpretzels]

"What's a trashapactor?"