Llewellyn Watts

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.

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!]

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!]

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.

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.

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.

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!]

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!]

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?

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."