Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

[hasaknightjob]

After Steven and Llewellyn's usual trip over to the mainland they came home for an easy Saturday afternoon. Llewellyn went to the library to practice his piano. Steven, for his part, set up dinner in the slow cooker.

Once that was done and the house began to be filled with delicious smells, Steven set himself up in the living room. He curled up on the couch with a book, happily losing track of the time. Raphael kept him company by sitting on the back of the couch and watching the fish swimming in their tank.

On the whole, Steven had no complaints. Other than the lack of his beau, of course, but that could be fixed later when Llewellyn was free.

[for the beau when he is free]

Comments

[pocketpretzels]

Exactly! It was... mutual fortification! Against going to eat a nice salad. Like you do.

[hasaknightjob]

And the long walk! The kitchen was on the other side of the hallway. Practically halfway around the world.

[pocketpretzels]

There would have to be a stop or two along the way then, right? Just to make sure they both arrived safely?

[hasaknightjob]

They probably should. Couldn't be too careful. Just as they needed plenty of kisses to fortify them before making the attempt.

[pocketpretzels]

On the plus side, the longer they lingered here, the closer they were to dinner proper being ready?

[hasaknightjob]

This was true. Though did run the risk they might forget to stop when it was.

[pocketpretzels]

Ah, but therein lies the beauty and genius of using a slow cooker: it could stay warm whilst they were... distracted.

[hasaknightjob]

Very true! Almost as though Steven anticipated that very need. Albeit he'd originally planned it for if Llewellyn's practice ran late.

[pocketpretzels]

Ran late, or Watts got so absorbed in what he was doing he forgot about dinner?

... Which totally wasn't happening here, nope.

[hasaknightjob]

Six of one, a half dozen of the other?

Steven certainly wasn't getting distracted at all. Oh no.

[pocketpretzels]

"S'nice," Watts remarked.

What were they supposed to be doing, again?

[hasaknightjob]

"So are you," Steven said, caressing Llewellyn's cheek. "I love you."

[pocketpretzels]

Well that had been the other topic he'd proposed. "And I you. My Gentleman Knight."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven smiled at him. "My dearest Llewellyn."

Considering that the thing that had started all this was the need to get Llewellyn food, odds were good Steven was going to remember that in a second.

[pocketpretzels]

"I'd say I am lucky, to have a man such as you," Watts informed him. "But that implies there is anyone else who could compare. And that's simply not true."

[hasaknightjob]

"Flatterer," Steven said, but he certainly didn't sound as though he minded. "Here. You can tell me more as we get you some food, yeah?"

See? Only took him a second to remember.

[pocketpretzels]

"A prime example," Watts said as he finally stood up off the couch. "I'm hungry, so you're willing to start dinner early."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven got up as well. He took Llewellyn's hand to make sure they did not get separated on the long, long journey. "It's no problem at all. Only needs to be dressed and tossed."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts threaded their fingers together for that long, difficult journey.

"Still. You could have insisted I wait," Watts pointed out.

[hasaknightjob]

"Nonsense," Steven said. "It's not as though it makes much difference to have it now or in twenty minutes. Or if it matters to have it at the same time as the main. Perhaps if it did I might suggest something else to tide you over. But in this case there's no need."

[pocketpretzels]

"And I am still allowed to find that sweet and accommodating if you," Watts pointed out as they entered the kitchen.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven grinned up at him. "It's not sweet. More savory, actually. Sweet'll be dessert."

[pocketpretzels]

"I am also allowed to find you utterly incorrigible," Watts sighed, though his lips were twitching with a barely suppressed smileZ.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven snickered, proud of himself. Though he had to admit, "I didn't have any dessert planned, actually. Figure we could nibble on some of your biscuits if we were in the mood."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts had an idea regarding that, now that Steven mentioned it. But he figured he'd mention it if, as Steven said, they ended up in the mood.

"You put dinner together," Watts said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "That was plenty."