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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[hasaknightjob]

"I'm glad to hear it," Steven said. He got an open bag of trail mix from the cupboard and sprinkled a little onto Llewellyn's plate. "There. You can try that as well, see how you like it."

[pocketpretzels]

Llewellyn grabbed a few pieces and popped them in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

"I like that," he decided.

[hasaknightjob]

"Right," Steven said. "We'll make up a bag for you to keep in your pocket so you always have snacks handy as we go about our weekend."

Which would soon include bringing breakfast to the others if they felt up for having it.

[pocketpretzels]

Llewellyn nodded in agreement, smiling up at Steven as he stuffed yet another orange section in his mouth.