Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

[pocketpretzels]

Saturday's routine had started off like normal, heading off to the mainland to attend services. Once they were back on the island, however, Watts was off to the clinic for the first in what he'd found out would be a series of vaccinations over the next several weeks.

Hence his current state, sore and generally unwell-feeling, bundled up on the couch in the library.

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[hasaknightjob]

"Would you like me to make some?" Steven asked. "I don't mind at all, if you don't mind the wait."

[pocketpretzels]

"Please?" Watts said, with another kiss to Steven's cheek.

[hasaknightjob]

"I'll have to let go of you," Steven said, since it was only fair to warn about such horrible things. "Or you could join me in the kitchen if you wanted?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts looked genuinely torn. On the one hand, the couch was comfortable. On the other hand, would it be as comfortable once Steven was (temporarily) gone?

[hasaknightjob]

"I could order some delivered?" Steven suggested. "Then it's only the time for me to get it once it arrives?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts brightened considerably at that. "Oh, that's brilliant!"

Perhaps a little extravagant, but he was feeling poorly enough that a little extravagance was merited, he felt.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven let go of Llewellyn enough that he could reach for his mobile and his glasses. "Would you like anything else? As long as I'm putting an order in?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts peered at the time on Steven's telephone.

"How would you feel about dinner?" he asked. "Specifically- could we- that is, would you mind- if we had breakfast, but for dinner?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Oh!" Steven smiled. "That sounds fun. I'm for it if you'd like."

[pocketpretzels]

"I'd like French toast," Watts admitted. "But I don't- quite feel up to making it?"

Hence breakfast for dinner! Which they would enjoy once Steven placed said order.