Food Truck Festival, Cape Cod, Thursday Evening

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It was Llewellyn's birthday, which first and foremost meant Steven was taking the day off.

Well, technically the first thing was that a bottle was left out on the kitchen counter for Llewellyn to find which simply bore a note of "M" on it.

But after that was taking the day off so that Steven and Llewellyn could portal over to Steven and Marc's (and Llewellyn's now, technically) home universe for a couple of days of celebrating.

Steven and Llewellyn had checked in to their room which was complete with a welcome snack basket, but also a bouquet of red roses, a bottle of champagne, and chocolate dipped strawberries.

They then immediately headed out to go whale watching, and were lucky enough to leave with ample sightings and pictures to remember them by.

After going to their room to wash up and change - Steven into his light linen suit, just for the occasion - they then traveled to the fairgrounds where a food truck festival was being held. It was here that there would be birthday dinner. Or at least traveling from truck to truck and probably sampling every single vegan option they could find, which turned out to be many.

"Where would you like to start?" Steven asked Llewellyn.

[for the birthday beau. NFB due to distance]

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"I trust you," Watts reminded him as they approached the lemonade stand.

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Steven looked at the selection. "Frozen seems fun. Useful for the warm night as well."

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"Agreed," Watts said, looking a little overwhelmed by the different lemonade flavours that were available.

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"Plain lemonade or the one with blueberries, perhaps?" Steven suggested. He knew neither of those options would clash with the cake they'd be having later.

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"Oh, blueberries," Watts said. "That sounds nice."

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"You should have that then," Steven said. "And I'll have the frozen one."

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"Frozen drinks," Watts said, shaking his head in amusement once they had their lemonades in hand. "The future is wonderful."

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Steven led the way towards the Vietnamese food truck. He smiled at Llewellyn. "Ice on demand whenever you like?"

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"Still as amazing as the day I discovered that," Watts told him.

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"I love that you don't take such things for granted," Steven said. He got in line now that they were at the truck. "That you continue to appreciate them. Bit like how you appreciate me, in a way."

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"I could certainly never take you for granted," Watts said, bumping his shoulder gently. "I treasure you far too much for that."

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"You never leave me in doubt of that," Steven said. Then he saw the menu. "Tofu scallion pancakes! Let's try those?"

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"Is that what I can smell?" Watts said, inhaling deeply. And indeed, the scent of green onions and fried dough was heavy in the air.

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"So many things look tempting," Steven admitted. "But I'm trying to sample as much from each truck while we're here."

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"And there's so many," Watts said. "Overwhelming, but in an enjoyable sort of way." At least until he was forced to make a choice and then it was harder. But shhh.

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Steven smiled happily. "Street food as far as the eye can see?"

That had been why Steven picked it for Llewellyn's birthday after all. If there hadn't been something like this, Steven might have tried renting some food trucks instead.

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"Yes, it's glorious, and absolutely not the sort of thing I would have thought existed," Watts said. "So thank you, my darling, for finding this."

And it was a little tricky with lemonades and scallion pancakes to balance, but Watts was pulling Steven in for another kiss now.

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Steven kissed him back, angling himself carefully so as not to crush the soft pretzel hanging from Llewellyn's watch chain.

"Shall we find a spot to sit?" Steven suggested. "Eat what we have and then go for the next round?"

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"Splendid idea," Watts agreed. "I think I saw a free table back that way?" he gestured back towards the lemonade truck.

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"Perfect," Steven said as he headed in that direction. "How are you feeling? Not too tired after a long day?"

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"I'm all right," Watts assured him.

He'd been drinking coffee more than tea (well, aside from the iced variety) the last couple weeks, sure, but he was totally fine!

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"Right," Steven said. "Well don't feel you need to push yourself on my account. The point is for you to enjoy the evening. We can leave any time you like."

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"Once I am nearly full to bursting," Watts declared. "With just enough room to properly enjoy some cake."

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"I'll drink to that," Steven said, holding up his cup of lemonade to toast.

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Watts beamed at him, holding up his own cup to do likewise. "To an evening of food and revelry," he declared.

Yes, so far it was mostly food. The revelry would come later, clearly.