Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

[pocketpretzels]

Watts had promised to teach Steven how to make homemade crisps, and so following their usual services on the mainland he departed from his usual routine of baking something in favour of doing so.

"It's quite a straightforward process," he said to Steven, once they had everything ready to go, including salt and spices for possible seasonings. "With a sometimes maddening amount of waiting."

Luckily they had ways of occupying themselves during such times.

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[hasaknightjob]

"Something to fortify us for later?" Steven suggested. "No good going hungry in the middle."

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"Good point," Watts said, pulling away but grabbing Steven's hand as he did so, tugging him over to the bowl of potato slice.

"Now we take these out and pat them dry," he explained.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven was happy to be tugged (cough) and took a look at what they needed to do. "With kitchen paper?"

[pocketpretzels]

"We'll lay them out on a towel and then use the paper to pat them dry, yes," Watts told him.

[hasaknightjob]

"A little massage before their swim?" Steven said, grinning.

[pocketpretzels]

"Cute," Watts said, unable to resist pressing a kiss to Steven's cheek.

[hasaknightjob]

"No reason not to encourage them," Steven said. "They're going to do us a favor by being tasty."

[pocketpretzels]

"That they most certainly are," Watts agreed with a smile.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven grinned as a thought occurred to him. "Much like yourself."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts squinted at him. "Tasty?"

[hasaknightjob]

Steven grinned, proud of himself. "Yes. Perhaps later I'll have a nibble."

[pocketpretzels]

"Ah!" Watts beamed at him. "Well. Yes. I'd be most amenable."

[hasaknightjob]

"Excellent!" Steven kissed him. "Shall we take care of our poor potatoes now?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Let's," Watts agreed, reaching for the kitchen towels once he'd parted from the kiss.