pocketpretzels: (smile)
It was that time of year again- namely the outdoor ice rink was open for business. Watts and Steven had discussed plans to go ice skating again regularly enough that investing in their own instead of renting every time just made sense, and so their post-services errands this past Saturday had involved a stop at a sporting goods store for them both to be fitted with ice skates.

Watts currently had his slung over one shoulder as he looked around for a free bench for them to sit and skate up. "Ah, there we are!" he declared, nudging Steven and nodding over at a spot where a young family had just departed.
pocketpretzels: (rolling up sleeves)
Watts had Steven had barely unpacked from their trip to Quebec when there had been a call regarding a minor but urgent issue regarding some legal paperwork back in London. So- back into suitcases clothing went, only this time-

This time in addition to Marc also packing some things as he'd be needed for aforementioned legal paperwork business, they were bringing Raphael with them. Both because they felt a little badly about leaving the cat again so soon and they'd talked about possibly giving him an opportunity to explore the flat in London. See how he liked it, that sort of thing.

Now it was Saturday afternoon, the legal business had all been taken care of, and they were lingering before catching a portal back to Fandom tomorrow. Lingering in the kitchen specifically, with the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies laid out before them.

[ooc: for that guy, and NFB for distance.]
pocketpretzels: (what do you mean?)
Following Stark's class yesterday, Watts and Steven had returned home to drop off the truly absurd amount of bottled sodas Watts had purchased and pick up their camping gear before catching their portal to Vancouver Island. After getting their campground set up, they went for a walk on one of the hiking trails before the sun set, and then settled back in for some dinner and stargazing before heading to bed.

The night passed uneventfully, though Steven's anxiety about sleeping in the outdoors was out in full force regardless, him spending most of the night clinging tightly to Watts. That, combined with their usual mutual dislike for early mornings, meant they'd gotten something of a late start to the day today. But what were holidays for if not sleeping in? Eventually, though, they did get up, and now they each had a cup of coffee as Watts carefully pulled a couple of foil-wrapped breakfast burritos off the cooking pot over the fire. He set one on a plate and then handed it to Steven, and then plated one for himself.

"Give it a minute to cool before you unwrap it," he advised. "Don't want you burning your fingers."

Sure, of the two of them Steven was the one who possessed the means to instantaneously heal himself if burned. Didn't mean Watts wanted him to experience that.

[NFB for distance, and for the beau!]
pocketpretzels: (smitten)
The day had started with a lie-in, followed by a late lunch and a soak in the tub on their patio. After that, well. Steven and Watts had kept themselves busy without leaving the room, let's just say that. At least, until it was time for their anniversary dinner.

Dinner had been at a little beachfront bistro- not private the way their dinner in Barbados had been, but intimate all the same.

"I promised you a dance," Watts said, as he unlocked the door to their hotel room. "Would you like that first? Or your gift?"

[NFB due to distance and for the fellow celebrant!]
pocketpretzels: (smile)
Watts had been remarkably close-lipped about tonight's date night plans. All he'd told Steven was to wear clothing he was comfortable moving in, and that they'd be taking a portal to somewhere off-island.

The portal actually dropped them off a few blocks from their intended destination, far enough so they could enjoy a leisurely walk up to the roller rink.

"We're here," Watts announced, nodding over to the skate rental area. "So- what do you think? Shall we give it a try?"

If Steven said no, there were several nice restaurants nearby, so they could just have dinner out instead. But Watts was hoping the activity would be both familiar and new enough that Steven would want to give it a try.

[ooc: for the beau!]
pocketpretzels: (behind closed door)
Right, so. Steven was off helping write a solution to the nonsense that was going on, leaving Watts to- well, normally he'd be stress-baking, but that was not an option right now. So quietly stressing it was, while also making sure Midnight understood what was meant to be doing- namely, keeping everyone inside safe.

It was at least somewhat of a relief that Steven had chosen to assist with the part that didn't directly involve violence, instead of him or Marc going off to fight the nightmare creations.

In the meantime, nothing to do now but wait, Raphael curled up in his lap lightly snoozing and unaware anything out of the ordinary was going on.

[ooc: for the beau and NFB please!]
pocketpretzels: (smitten)
Monday, Steven and Watts had indulged in a lie-in followed by a late breakfast. Then, they'd gotten dressed up and headed down to the lounge for high tea followed by an evening outing to the symphony. Yesterday, they'd gone to a wine-tasting, from which Watts had come back with several interesting vintages, some of them even local. Canadian wines really had improved over the last century.

Today was- well, traditionally it would be date night, but they'd actually headed out in the afternoon, for a carriage ride tour of Queen's Park.

The weather was a little chilly, though, so Watts had insisted on picking up a couple of mochas at a nearby coffee shop before they headed in to the park, and now he was holding on to both cups so that Steven could step up into the carriage, after which he would follow.
pocketpretzels: (for real?)
Part of the preparations for their trip had involved Watts being briefed on what was and was not allowed to be carried on to an airplane. As absurd as Watts found most of the rules, he did obviously abide by them, meaning their trip through the security line was uneventful, if somewhat tedious. Also, hey, the first real test of Watts's modern identity papers!

So, security, and then waiting at the gate- where Watts's attention had first been drawn by the wine bar but apparently there would not be enough time to sit and properly enjoy a glass before they had to board. What was possible, however, was a stop at some place called 'Auntie Anne's' which sold hot pretzels.

"Would you care for one?" Watts asked Steven as he tugged him towards the counter.

[ooc: NFB for distance, for the beau and up early for SP!]
pocketpretzels: (smile)
Watts was very glad he had decided to err on the side of caution given how large an undertaking this was, meal-wise, and had made a few things yesterday. That meant today he could focus on the main dish as well as the veggies, potatoes and stuffing. For dessert he'd ended up making those butter tarts- some traditional and some vegan in addition to the apple cake. And of course, this is Llewellyn Watts we're talking about, he'd found a nice wine to go along with everything.

Everything (sans desserts) was laid out on the dining room table, their best dinnerware (they really needed to get proper fancy stuff) ready to be piled high with food, and candlelight filled the room with a soft glow while music played softly via a portable speaker.

Now all Watts needed was the beau, who had been on cat-occupying duty while all this was being set up. "Dinner's ready, darling," Watts announced, popping his head into the living room.
pocketpretzels: (eating)
Saturdays, Watts was finding, were settling in to a really nice routine: he and Steven woke up early (okay, that part was less nice) in order to attend services on the mainland, sometimes with sticking around after for coffee and a bit of socialising. Then it was off to lunch at a nearby restaurant, followed by shopping for whatever it was they'd decided to try making for dinner that night. Which today had been tomato soup, in order to use up the tomatoes that Watts had kind of mangled in his efforts at making lunch on Thursday. Yes, the weather was on the warm side, but it was kind of drizzly, so still soup-appropriate.

So now the two of them were curled up on the couch with a roaring fireplace (heat turned down, because again, warm-ish weather), bowls of soup, and fresh-baked bread for dipping in said soup. Also a cat searching for an optimal place to settle down on the couch as well, a small piece of bread dangling from his mouth.
pocketpretzels: (finger licking)
Today was turning out to be quite busy, first with services on the mainland, then taking lunch out there and shopping for ingredients for dinner tonight before returning to the island. Which, following having dropped everything off at Watts's place, he and Steven had headed out to enjoy the Welcome Picnic for a few hours.

Now, though? Now it was time to attempt a new recipeh that Ignis had helpfully provided.

Watts looked over the counter, with the as-yet-unchopped vegetables spread about. "It's all very green," he noted. Which he'd also noted at the time that he'd eaten the dish a couple weeks ago, but somehow it bore repeating.
pocketpretzels: (rolling up sleeves)
So despite being on holiday, today Watts and Steven had gotten up early in time to attend services at Steven's synagogue in London.

After which they'd taken a stroll around the neighbourhood, ending up in Regent's Park, which had a number of food options- including a decent vegan selection. Naturally that made it the perfect place for a picnic lunch.

"This is lovely," Watts told Steven. He'd taken Steven's arm as soon as they'd left the synagogue and hadn't really let go since.
pocketpretzels: (curious)
In preparation for their visit, Watts had looked up a map of the V&A, and in doing so had determined that the gallery with the fashion collection was far enough from where the string quartet would be playing that it would be unlikely they'd hear much of the performance from there. So he and Steven had decided to go a little early, so that they might enjoy those exhibits while not missing out on any of the concert.

Watts had even convinced Steven to don a suit once more, despite the fact that they were heading over well before the concert portion of the evening.

After depositing his hat at the coat check in the lobby, Watts made his way back over to Steven, linking their arms together. "Shall we, then?"

[ooc: for the beau!]
pocketpretzels: (sleepy)
Date night had been a rousing success, so much so that they'd ended up taking dessert to go. And even though Steven had spent the earlier part of the day moving his and Marc's things back from Watts's kitchen to theirs, Watts's belongings- and his cat- remained at Steven and Marc's place. So naturally, it only made logical sense that following dessert- and then, er- dessert- Watts would simply remain overnight for one more night. They could deal with moving Watts's things back once they'd returned from services on Saturday morning, right?

... Too bad Fandom had other ideas.
pocketpretzels: (smile)
The weather today was pleasant, perfect walk-in-the-woods weather, and so as soon as they'd returned from services (and lunch) on the mainland, Watts had suggested that's exactly what he and Steven do. So the two of them had set out to walk to the woods in order to walk in the woods.

Although intellectually he realised it hardly mattered, it still wasn't until they'd passed inside the tree line that Watts reached for Steven's arm with a smile.

"This was a wonderful idea," he said. A good amount of the usual tension he carried with him had melted away on the walk over and so his gait was loose-limbed and easy.

[ooc: for the walking companion!]
pocketpretzels: (sleepy)
Right, so last night's attempt at making a casserole with Steven had been successful- even if once again the time listed to complete the recipe was wildly off.

(For some reason the authors never seemed to account for taking breaks due to working with one's extremely kissable beau.)

Today they had plans to attempt breakfast burritos using tofu and the remaining vegetables that they'd chopped yesterday. Eventually. First they actually had to manage to get out of bed, difficult as that was when all comfortably snuggled up.
pocketpretzels: (curious)
Despite the fact that it wasn't quite cold enough to be considered fireplace weather, Watts had a crackling fire going... sort of. It was, after all, only an electric fireplace, so while it gave off heat, the fire was an illusion created by- Watts wasn't entirely sure, actually. He'd looked it up on the Google and knew it involved lights somehow.

He also had a pie with vegan ingredient substitutes where necessary cooling on the counter. Because when your pun-loving beau suggested having pie on Pi Day, you made a pie. The lattice-work on the top of the pie crust was somewhat questionable looking, but as long as the pie tasted delicious, who cared?
pocketpretzels: (reading)
Yes, they'd already had quite a nice celebration on Steven's birthday proper, but today was Steven's actual present: an excursion out to DC, including a fancy dinner and an overnight stay at an also fancy hotel.

Watts and Steven had left for DC around lunchtime, getting checked in to their hotel (complete with Fuji soaker tub, so whether or not they made their dinner reservations or ended up having it delivered remained to be seen), dropping off their luggage and grabbing a quick lunch at a nearby cafe, then heading to the International Spy Museum.

Watts, frankly, was glad he'd looked up the place on the Google, so he knew a little of what to expect once he'd paid their admission and they were headed into the Briefing Center.

"Ready to become an undercover agent?" he asked Steven with a grin and a wink.

[ooc: for the birthday boy! NFB due to distance.]
pocketpretzels: (hmmm)
Okay, so this trip had not turned out at all how Watts (or Steven, or Marc) had anticipated, but they'd managed to make the best of it and fit a little bit of touristing in here and there. Like Wednesday afternoon, they'd spent in Toronto and had managed to visit the Jewish market in the Ward (as well as several of Watts's favourite street food vendors).

Last night they'd caught an overnight train from New York back to Toronto, which had allowed them just enough time to fit in dinner and a Broadway show. Because going all the way to New York and not seeing a show seemed just wrong, somehow.

And then of course tonight- their last night before heading back to Fandom tomorrow morning- there was another show, one whose leading man happened to be a friend Watts was eager to introduce to Steven.

"I think you'll like him," he said to Steven as they waited. "I hope you will. He's a good lad."
pocketpretzels: (contemplating)
The photographs - and Felding's unwilling co-operation- secured, the next step had been heading to the pawnbroker that had been their original destination. As luck would have it, someone had indeed pawned the coins to him, someone who turned out to be a member of New York's very own police force. Although Watts had been tempted to try and track down the perpetrator, given Trevor's unwillingness to have the law involved from the start, it was determined that the more important thing was to simply ensure that the coins were returned to their rightful owner. Sure, there was still the larger issue of a clearly corrupt law enforcement institution to contend with, but what could Watts, Steven, and Marc be expected to do about that? So in the end they'd just bought the coins back from the pawnbroker, then headed back to Jack and Trevor's apartment building. )

[ooc: And that's that. NFI, NFB due to distance. Comments welcome. Adapted from S16E02 of Murdoch Mysteries, Sometimes They Come Back, Part II. Thank you so, so much to [personal profile] hasaknightjob for letting me drag her boys along on this little adventure and for providing wonderful suggestions every time I flailed about certain things not working because of Fandom influences.]

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