Apt #14, MHA, Monday Evening

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Today was an anniversary of sorts. It was the anniversary of when Steven and Llewellyn had first met, back when Llewellyn had moved into flat #15.

At the time, Steven had invited Llewellyn over for a coffee. And thus in honor of the occasion they were getting together for coffee. Also they were going to attempt to make biscotti together, which had nothing to do with their first meeting but had sounded like a fun thing to try.

Thus, after getting back from Lana's class, they had brought over all the necessary components for baking from Llewellyn's flat, naturally also brought over Raphael to join them, put on a pot of coffee, and were ready to get started.

"Not where I pictured us a year ago," Steven said as he helped arrange ingredients on the counter. "Here I thought you were just a nice new neighbor. Which you were, of course."

[for the beau]

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Steven watched what Llewellyn did and tried to copy as best he could when shaping his dough. It could... generously be called a log, sure. "How's that?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts considered the dough. "May I...?" he asked, nodding in the direction of Steven's attempt.

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"Please," Steven said. He stepped back, but not so far away that he couldn't watch whatever Llewellyn did.

[pocketpretzels]

A bit of pinching here, a little redistributing there, and Steven's biscotti-log was looking much more, well. Log-like.

"There we go."

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Since there was no mixer involved at the moment, Steven felt safe in bumping their shoulders together. "See? Be lost without you."

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"It's unlikely you'd be baking biscotti at all without me," Watts felt compelled to point out, though he smiled as he said it.

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"So lost already then," Steven said. "I'd be stood here for no good reason."

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Watts popped the baking sheet into the oven and set the timer, and then turned back to Steven, pulling him close and kissing him soundly. "I much prefer you not being lost," he said.

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Steven wrapped his arms around Llewellyn's shoulders as he kissed him back. "I much prefer you finding me. Now what shall we do while we wait?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Mmm, nothing that will run the risk of us getting too distracted, I fear," Watts said thoughtfully.

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"Suppose that's true," Steven said. Though he didn't step away. "Could order dinner?"

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"Funnily enough, that very topic was on my mind," Watts admitted. They had just been talking about various food options available on the island after all. "Italian, perhaps? In keeping with a theme? Or is there something else you're in a particular mood for?"

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"No complaints about Italian at all," Steven said. He kissed Llewellyn on the cheek. "Though any bread they send won't be as good as yours."

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“I believe your opinion on that matter to be rather biased,” Watts said, though he didn’t actually object.

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"Not biased if it's true," Steven said. "Theirs isn't made with love, is it?"

Well not love for Steven specifically, one assumed.

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“I don’t know,” Watts said. “It’s possible the people responsible for baking the bread love their job very much.”

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"Suppose that's true," Steven said. "People in their lives they love as well. But your love is different. That makes it better, far as I'm concerned."

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“Mine is rather specifically directed,” Watts said in agreement. Towards Steven mostly, obviously, but there was a good deal of care for Marc in anything Watts made that was likely to be shared between them, like a loaf of bread. And Watts did on occasion share with others as well, usually as a manifestation of concern. But anyway…

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Steven gave him another soft kiss. "Yours is special because, like you, it's mine."

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“A statement that is both concise and accurate,” Watts said approvingly.

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Steven gave him another quick kiss. "We'll never get the food ordered at this rate."

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“What was that I said about not getting too distracted?” Watts said drily, pulling out his mobile telephone. “All right; What would you like, darling?” he asked, once he had the menu pulled up.

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"You?" Steven said, fully aware he was being cheeky. "Besides that, how about penne alla vodka?"

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“Me, you needn’t place an order for,” Watts pointed out, as he added Steven’s selection as well as his own (fettuccine alfredo, for the record).

“It should be here shortly,” Watts informed Steven. Perhaps not before the biscotti finished the first round of baking, but it did need to cool before they sliced it to put it back in the oven, so that was all right.

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"I can request a delivery of you on my mobile though," Steven said with a grin. He linked arms with Llewellyn. "Here. May as well sit down while we wait."