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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Steven had been worried the idea might be too abstract or strange to be a good birthday gift, so he was thrilled to see Llewellyn's positive reaction. He kissed back, trying to show how happy he was Llewellyn liked it.

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It was not the sort of thing Watts would have ever thought of wanting, to be sure- but wasn't that the beauty of gifts, that they could sometimes be things the recipients never knew they needed?

"It's lovely. I like that, having you nearby even when you're not actually there."

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"You do?" Steven asked. "I thought of perhaps getting you something more practical but then I saw that these were an option and - well, I thought this more romantic?"

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"It's art," Watts breathed. "Art that captures- a little piece of you. Just for me."

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"It looks nice, doesn't it?" Steven said. "There were all sorts of types but I thought wood was best. Solid. Classic. Like you."

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"You think of me as classic?" Watts asked, curious.

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"In the sense of timeless," Steven said. "Everlasting in style."

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"Flirt," Watts decided that meant, pulling Steven in for another quick kiss.

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"Handsome and charming," Steven added between kisses. "Romantic. Kind."

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"Can't forget lucky," Watts replied.

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"I'm very lucky, I agree," Steven said.

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"Also handsome and charming, romantic and kind," Watts replied, because two could play that game.

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Steven caught on. "Right, right. Thank you. I'm glad you find me so."

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"I do," Watts affirmed. "Very much so."

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"I'm glad to be yours," Steven said. "And you mine. And that we're able to celebrate your birthday together."

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"I know I've said it already," Watts said, and his eyes were shiny with unshed tears again, "But thank you. This means- a great deal."

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Steven brushed his fingers across Llewellyn's cheek. He gave a small grin. "Say it as often as you like. I wanted it to be special for you. It's nice to know I managed it."

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"You did," Watts told him. "I have never felt so loved than when I am with you."

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Steven smiled from ear to ear. "Wonderful. As well you should. Would you like to try your cake now?"

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"Oh, yes. Absolutely," Watts said, rocking on his heels in his enthusiasm.

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"You could pop the champagne for us while I cut slices?" Steven suggested.

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"Yes, yes, of course," Watts said, picking up the bottle and bottle opener and popping the cork, after which he carefully poured them each a glass.

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Steven cut both of them a slice of cake, making sure Llewellyn's had more of the fruit on top. He held the plate out to Llewellyn once it was ready. "Here we are. The filling is fruit as well."

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"I shall trade you," Watts said, putting Steven's champagne glass down near him before accepting the plate.

He was about to take a forkful of cake when he realized it probably would be easier if they were sitting down, and so did a half-turn down in to the closest seat.

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Steven sat down beside him, turning sideways so that he could face Llewellyn. "We can store the extra as well. So we can bring whatever remains back home with us on Saturday."

Possibly not something that would've been easy to do on an airplane, but luckily it was easy enough for a portal.