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

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

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

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

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"What's a trashapactor?"

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"Something whose job it is to make rubbish very very small so it doesn't take up much room," Steven said. He reached over to boop Llewellyn's nose if Llewellyn let him. "Which you do not resemble, I'm afraid."

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The boop was indeed permitted. "I'm already very very small," he pointed out.

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"You see?" Steven said. "Can't have you getting any smaller. I'd have a hard time seeing you. Then I'd be sad because I like when you are around to keep me company."

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"I can't get smaller!" Llewellyn giggled.

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"Aha! So we are in agreement," Steven said, giving Llewellyn a big smile so he knew they were having fun together. "Neither you nor I shall get smaller. We'd miss the other too much."

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Of course, Llewellyn had already gone and gotten smaller, through no fault of his own of course.

"No getting smaller," he agreed.

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Steven held out his hand. "Shall we shake on it?"

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"All right," Llewellyn stuck his own hand out, grabbing on to Steven's.

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Steven shook Llewellyn's hand. Then, after that, he made a show of shimmying in his seat while still holding on to him.

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Which, naturally, made Llewellyn giggle.

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"We said we'd shake on it," Steven pointed out, grinning at that giggle.

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It took him a moment to get what Steven meant, but then Llewellyn too was wiggling in his seat. "Like that?"

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"Precisely!" Steven said, beaming at him. He tried to imitate Llewellyn's movement so that they could be shaking together.

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Which, naturally, set Llewellyn off on another round of giggles.

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Steven kept at it, now shaking enough that their held hands bobbed up and down from the movement.

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"I think," Llewellyn managed between giggles. "I think we're shooked enough."

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"All right," Steven said. He let go of Llewellyn's hand. "I have a suggestion for your orange peels so they don't go to waste, if you're amenable."

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Had Llewellyn hoped Steven had forgotten about the orange peels? Absolutely.

"What?" he asked, guardedly.

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"What if we use them to make treats for animals?" Steven said. "So they get a nice meal and they're not wasted?"

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"What kinda treats?" Still a little suspicious.