A Cabin in South Tyrol, Italy, Friday Evening

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A day spent indoors had been followed by one where Watts and Steven had visited the nearby town for lunch, as well as a bit of shopping (wine, of course, and a souvenir for Raphael, among other things), and then today?

Well, it had started with a lie-in, followed by French toast for a late (very late) breakfast, and then there had been a knock at the door with some flower deliveries - truly impressive, really, how the Student Council had known to deliver them here despite neither Steven nor Watts providing anyone explicit details regarding their destination.

There had been at least one other delivery as well, thankfully when Steven had been occupied in a manner that meant he hadn't seen who was at the door, which allowed Watts to stash said delivery in the sleeping area with one of his suit jackets to cover it.

And that wasn't even the last of it! Dinner had been dropped off from a not-quite-local restaurant, and having just poured their wine glasses, Watts pulled out Steven's chair with a flourish. "Here we are," he declared.

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Steven took the offered chair gladly. "Thank you. This is all wonderful. And how thoughtful, people sending flowers."

Including to Marc, even, which had shown up here as well. Did Marc know what to do about them? No. But the thought counted.

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"I'm not certain if I should be impressed or concerned that the deliveries successfully found us here," Watts admitted as he took his own seat.

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"I didn't know they could," Steven admitted. "If I had I would've ordered something for you."

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"Ah!" Watts jumped up from his seat. "That reminds me. Hold on just a moment..."

And he was heading to the sleeping area, disappearing behind the curtain only to reappear a few moments later with a bouquet: Three red, three coral, three orange and two lavender roses as well as a single sunflower. "Here we are. For you."

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Steven's face lit up when he saw them. "Oh how wonderful! Llew, thank you. How did you sneak them in?"

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"An accident of timing," Watts admitted. "You were in the water closet when they arrived. Otherwise I would have just presented them to you in that moment."

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"That would have been wonderful too," Steven assured him, in case he worried. "Oh! In which case, may I?"

Steven gestured towards his luggage.

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"I thought you said you hadn't got anything," Watts said, puzzled.

No, Watts, what he'd said was he hadn't ordered flowers via the school's Student Council. Not the same thing.

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"I didn't get anything from the island flower offering," Steven said. He got up and went to the part of his luggage that he'd been circumspect about opening so far, digging under clothes until he uncovered what he'd been hiding.

He came back to the table and presented a red and white box to Llewellyn with a flourish. "Ta da! In lieu of flowers, you see."

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"Oh!" Watts exclaimed when he opened it up. "Pretzels! Charming and delicious." He leaned over to press a kiss to Steven's cheek in thanks.

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"I would've gotten flowers if I'd known they could be delivered," Steven said, apologetically. "This is still all right?"

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"I would have liked flowers," Watts admitted. "But as you said, you didn't know delivery was an option. And I am never unhappy with receiving pretzels."

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"All right," Steven said. "Thank you for being honest with me."

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"Of course," Watts said. He was tempted to dig in to those pretzels right away, except... they did have a full five-course meal ahead of them. "Shall we, then?"

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"Let's," Steven said, getting comfortable. "Should we do a toast?"

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"An excellent idea," Watts lifted his wine glass. "To the love of my life, the man I hope to live out the rest of my days with."

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Steven lifted his glass as well. "To the life of my life, my dearest Llewellyn, the man I wish to be with now and always."

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"I'll drink to that," Watts said, clinking his glass gently against Steven's before taking a sip.

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Steven took a sip as well before putting his glass aside. "And to our wonderful meal, which looks amazing. Thank you for finding it."

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"You're welcome," Watts said. "I did have to go a little further afield than the nearby town," he continued. "But it's still authentic to the region, which is- why bother going somewhere if you're not going to indulge in the local food?@

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"Agreed," Steven said as he began to dig into his food. "Part of the experience, you ask me. When we're not cooking for ourselves of course."

He gave Llewellyn a fond smile for that memory.

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"And that is part of the whole camping experience," Watts said with a fond smile of his own. Did it matter that this was more glamping than camping? Not really. Especially since he had no idea what 'glamping' even was.

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Steven grinned. "Cabining? Since we're in a cabin?"

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"Is that a word?" Watts wondered.

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"Don't know if it exists already," Steven admitted. "But we can make our own words, can't we?"