Midnight Manor Private Residence, Sunday Late Morning

[pocketpretzels]

So the nice thing about living in a house that could rearrange itself on a whim was that... it could rearrange itself on a whim.

Hence why the kitchen currently had a fireplace in one wall, with a fire cheerily crackling away (and a cat happily sprawled in front of it).

Watts was at the stove, finishing up frying the last few slices of a batch of French toast. "Nearly done," he reported to Steven, though the latter could likely see as much from where he was slicing the fruit they'd be using for toppings.

[ooc: for the husband, and NFB please.]

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[hasaknightjob]

"Likewise," Steven said. He offered Llewellyn a slice of strawberry. "Here. For your approval."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts leaned over to take the offered piece, pressing a kiss to Steven's fingertips in the process. "Thank you," he said, after swallowing. "S'good."

[hasaknightjob]

"The French toast smells wonderful," Steven told him. "I'm rather pleased with all this so far."

[pocketpretzels]

"It's how you pictured it?" Watts said, glancing over at the saucepan filled with oat milk, checking to see if it was boiling yet.

[hasaknightjob]

"It is, yes," Steven said. He came over to stand behind Llewellyn. He wrapped his arms around his waist, but carefully so as not to disturb the cooking. "Proper cozy."

[pocketpretzels]

Don't mind Watts, who was just going to take a moment to lean back against Steven and enjoy being held.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven took advantage of that to gently nuzzle the back of Llewellyn's neck.

[pocketpretzels]

"Mmm," Watts hummed happily. "Proper cozy indeed."

[hasaknightjob]

"You look rather handsome this morning," Steven said.

Possibly biased since they were wearing the matching pajama set Steven had bought for them, but Steven didn't see how that was relevant.