hasaknightjob: Steven wearing glasses (Steven glasses no books)
Date night had consisted of Greek food for dinner, since they hadn't had that in a while. But for dessert Steven had found something that looked rather fun, actually.

Plus one of the suggested items to use was pretzels, which seemed like a sign when you got right down to it.

So after dinner was eaten, Steven and Llewellyn were in the kitchen with ingredients for fondue, pretzels, and an assortment of fruits for dunking.

"It says we could use a slow cooker so long as we stir it enough," Steven said. "Do you think we could try the little one we have for lunches?"

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven curious (Steven curious)
Steven and Llewellyn tended to have busy Saturdays regardless, let alone at this time of year. So, even though it was the weekend, they were up and dressed early in order to head out.

Or at least they were in the process of getting ready to head out. There was the matter of how, as Steven debated yet again if the shirt he was warning was too warm or not warm enough (perils of travel, that), he heard something.

He frowned and listened.

"Is that... giggling?"

[for the beau and the tiny ones]
hasaknightjob: Steven chatting (Steven chatting (casual))
Steven and Llewellyn had gone out for dinner since doing so meant that much less to clean. Back home, full of delicious pasta and all right bread (Llewellyn's was much better, in Steven's opinion), the rest of date night would be watching a movie.

Or attempting to watch. They did make good attempts.

No snacking in the living room, unfortunately, but that didn't preclude Steven getting into comfortable sweats for easier cuddling while they sat on the couch.

"What are you in the mood for?" Steven asked. He pet Raphael, who had curled up on the armrest beside him. "Comedy, perhaps?"

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
Marc and Llewellyn were going on a trip that weekend, so Steven wanted to enjoy a night in with Llewellyn before they left.

(Yes, Steven could always pop in on the trip as needed, but this was for Marc and Llewellyn. Steven wanted to give them their time together.)

Nothing too elaborate. But a nice home cooked meal complete with a salad, some garlic bread, and Steven's best attempt at picking a wine to go with it. For after, a simple dessert.

Steven had tried to time everything so that it would be finishing up - and hopefully have the house smelling nice, by the time Llewellyn got back from work. He probably wasn't going to get that timing exactly right, but either way he was busy in the kitchen while keeping an eye out that Raphael didn't try to abscond with any of the bread.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Marc talking with Layla (Marc talking with Layla)
Marc didn't want to talk to anybody. In general, really, but particularly not this weekend. With like two notable exceptions. But Marc often didn't get what he wanted so here he was on the phone with Layla. Having the following conversation... )

Marc then went to find Watts.

[for Watts]
hasaknightjob: Marc looking over his shoulder (Marc looking up)
Marc checked on things all the time. No particular schedule, per se, but regularly enough. Were things clean? Did anything need to be restocked? That kind of thing.

But for some reason today Marc felt like checking on Midnight itself. Couldn't explain why. Just a feeling. Like somewhere out there a version of Midnight had had something bad happen to it.

Which was crazy, right?

Well crazy was Marc's wheelhouse. Not the weirdest thing he'd ever done, yadda yadda.

So there was Marc, in his office on the boarding house side, asking, "Uh, you okay?"

There was no reply since Midnight didn't talk. The atmosphere kind of vibed fine though?

"Okay," Marc said, taking that for a response. He awkwardly patted the wall closest to him. "Good talk."

He sat down behind his desk and tried not to look like a guy who'd been worried about nothing.

[open]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
The holiday had come at such a strange time of year this year. Right on top of Christmas and straight through New Year's. To say nothing of how Christmas and New Year's were in the middle of the week, making it difficult for people to know how to plan where they would be and when.

Steven and Llewellyn did still want to do something for the residents. They didn't know for certain how many might be about, but then again if some had no other options for where to go that was all the more reason to offer something, wasn't it?

So handwavy notice was sent out that there'd be something for anyone who lived in the boarding house who was around and wanted to attend. No pressure, full understanding if they couldn't, that sort of thing.

It was still Steven though so there was an abundance of food. There were latkes with traditional toppings of sour cream and apple sauce, but also options like wasabi, honey, and marmalade. There were also tostones, and malanga fritters. Brisket sliders were again on offer and this year Marc might even admit he'd been responsible for making sure of that.

Llewellyn's baking provided soft pretzels and challah. There weren't as many who might drink wine this year as last, but they were still on offer with hand written notes suggesting pairings. There were also moddable soft drinks available.

For desserts there were sufganiyot with jelly and other fillings. There were also Cuban style buñuelos.

All the food was set up in the boarding house dining room buffet style, along with moddable party food like chips and vegetables and dips. Notes indicated what options were vegan and any other ingredients or things to be mindful of for dietary restrictions or needs. And of course the napkins had an adorable happy sufganiyah on them.

With everything in place, the only thing that remained was for any residents who happened to stop by.

And for Steven to fuss over everything. Couldn't have a gathering without Steven fussing over everything.

[for the residents]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
It was a busy day all things considered. Steven and Llewellyn went out for Chinese food for lunch, making sure to bring back some of Marc's favorite things for him to enjoy later.

Then at sundown the first night of Hanukkah began. They kept dinner simple, given the big lunch. As was typical, Steven and Llewellyn mostly took care of the observances with Marc only being glimpsed in reflections if one was paying close attention (and knew better than to indicate he'd been noticed).

Then Steven and Llewellyn retired to the living room. It wasn't terribly cold out but there was a fire going in the fireplace all the same. The nights ahead were going to be busy, so they'd decided to exchange presents that evening.

Steven put three wrapped gifts for Llewellyn down on the coffee table - two from him, one from Marc. There was also a wrapped gift for Raphael.

"Ready when you are," Steven said, once that was done.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven eating (Steven eating)
The appearance of freshly made latkes had caused a bit of confusion. They'd checked in with Midnight to make sure it hadn't developed a new ability - handy though that ability would have been - and determined it to be one of those Fandom things.

On the plus side they were surprisingly fresh and tasty for all that they randomly appeared. So a changing of plans for some toppings and side dishes meant this could be supper while Steven and Llewellyn tried to watch a film.

"I know it's early but perhaps a holiday film?" Steven suggested, pointing to the summary of it on the screen.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
Llewellyn's gift the prior week had inspired Steven. And so, when they decided to do another movie night at home for date night, Steven was prepared with something to add a little variety to their popcorn.

All right, the cheese one was getting left on the shelf if Marc ever wanted to make use of it. And if not it could get put in the shared kitchen for whoever in the boarding house might like it. But the rest seemed fun to try.

Steven took care of popping plenty of popcorn for the both of them, then put the bowl of it on a tray with the little jars and plenty of napkins, then went to join Llewellyn in their living room.

All they needed to do was pick a movie. Or perhaps forgo a film altogether and get a small fire going to have a cuddle in front of. Perhaps both, the night was young.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
It had been a while since they'd had a proper Saturday at home. Well, some of that meant going over to the mainland during the day. But when they got back Llewellyn did some baking and then disappeared into the library for piano practice.

Which left Steven free to work on dinner. He wanted to do something nice again. Nothing fancy necessarily, but something that felt like more than an average meal all the same.

So he set about making a shepherds pie to be served with some of Llewellyn's bread and a nice green salad. When it was ready, Steven set the dining room table up with all the food, some candles, and wine that he held off on opening in case he'd picked wrong.

Steven checked to make certain everything was all right, then went to fetch his beau.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven eating breakfast (Steven breakfast)
Though there was no particular influx of coziness in their home, the concept of cozy was welcome.

Which was why date night involved Steven and Llewellyn curled up on the couch, a delivery of Italian food in front of them for dinner, and a pie cooling in the kitchen for dessert.

Also a cat curled up on Steven's lap. That was an important detail as well. Particularly as Steven had to negotiate not disturbing Raphael too much while he tried to get a forkful of his pasta.

"Again, I'm sorry you can't have any," Steven said. "It's not for cats I'm afraid."

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven eating breakfast (Steven breakfast)
Upon getting home from their lovely holiday, Steven and Llewellyn had been confronted with a cat who demanded to know, in the loudest meows possible, where they'd been and how were they going to make up for abandoning him so cruelly.

(He'd had a sitter, he'd been fine. It was the principle of the thing, in Raphael's opinion.)

So there was petting and treats and in general a desire to simply be home, enjoying each other and their space.

Which meant quickly dealing with luggage and then getting comfortable with all three of them on the living room couch together with delivered Greek food for dinner.

The Greek food being for Steven and Llewellyn, much to Raphael's disappointment.

"It was a good holiday, I thought," Steven said.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
Llewellyn, and thus by extension Steven, were still not sleeping as well as they could. So for date night they decided to keep things simple. Get comfortable in their living room with some delivered Chinese food and at the very least aspirations of watching a movie.

Whether they made it that far remained to be seen. In the meanwhile Steven was sitting on the couch while unpacking their meal.

Well, unpacking their meal and explaining to Raphael that while he was allowed to sniff the bag he was not allowed to eat anything inside of it.

Steven would make it up to Raphael with treats later.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
Come lunchtime, Steven had taken over so that he and Llewellyn could get to work on making dinner. Then, when appropriate, holiday observations and eating.

The official ways to mark the first night done, Steven and Llewellyn were now back in the kitchen to put away leftovers, place dirty dishes into the dishwashing cupboard, and do any needed washing up before continuing with the rest of their evening.

And, in Steven's case, to sneak small nibbles of cake as he worked.

"I thought that went well?" Steven said, half hope, half uncertainty.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
Steven and Llewellyn had gone over to the mainland as per usual for their Saturdays. Upon coming home, Llewellyn had done his usual of a bit of baking, then heading into the library to practice piano for a while.

Llewellyn's tendency to get lost in his playing meant that Steven had the chance to do something slightly unusual, which was to sneak into the kitchen and get going on making a nice dinner for the two of them.

It was involved and required a fair amount of juggling of tasks and time. But Steven felt he could make at least a fairly good go of it and if it wasn't completely ready by the time Llewellyn was done practicing, he knew Llewellyn wouldn't judge him for it.

At least most of them had options for keeping warm until everything was ready to serve? Also there was Raphael sitting on one of his kitty shelves keeping an eye on things. Cat supervision was very important, after all.

The only one left was Llewellyn, when he was done.

[for the piano practicing person when he is done]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
Sunday mornings were always good for being lazy. But this morning Steven was possessed of an urge to spoil Llewellyn. No particular reason, he just wanted to.

So Steven got up around the time when Raphael would normally start demanding breakfast. He quietly slipped out of bed and got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. Then he quickly scribbled a note that he left on Llewellyn's nightstand.

In the kitchen. Back in a tick. Love you. S.

That done, Steven took his mobile and headed downstairs.

He fed Raphael, then put in an order for delivery. While he waited, he set about making tea the way he and Llewellyn liked, and prepping a tray for the food. When the food got there, Steven portioned out breakfast burritos and fruit salad, making sure Llewellyn's fruit salad had more of the fruits he liked.

That all done, Steven double checked he had everything, then carefully took the tray back upstairs.

Really one of these days they should put in a lift so Steven didn't have to worry so much about balance. But luckily nothing had spilled by the time he returned to the bedroom and looked to see if Llewellyn was awake.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven asleep in bed (Steven asleep)
It was going to be a warm day out. But that didn't affect the attractiveness of sleeping in on a Sunday morning.

Climate control meant that it was still a nice temperature for staying curled up under blankets. And if that could be done while also curling up next to the man you loved, why not take advantage of that?

All of which was to say that Steven was currently in bed, asleep, with his arms around Llewellyn.

Raphael was curled up at the foot of the bed. Because he too agreed it was nice to have a late morning sometimes. Even if that meant breakfast wasn't being served yet.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
Llewellyn wasn't feeling as physically badly as he'd been, but tiredness was still the order of the day thanks to poor sleeping.

So Steven was still fussing. Plans for the day were no more complicated than spending time together in the living room. Though Steven did take time to make a treat while Raphael watched over Llewellyn.

Once the muffins were ready to eat Steven put them on a plate and the plate on a tray along with two glasses of sweetened ice tea that Steven had handwavily with permission learned how to make from Arden. That all set up, Steven carefully carried the tray to the living room to see how Llewellyn was doing.

[NFB and for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Steven looking at a table of items (Steven items)
When Steven and Llewellyn had gotten up that morning to head over to the mainland, Llewellyn was still a bit under the weather. When Llewellyn then fell asleep while halfway through attempting to button his shirt, Steven had intervened and realized that not only did Llewellyn have a headache but was also running a light fever.

Plans for the day cancelled, Steven put Llewellyn right back into bed to get some rest.

Come lunchtime, Steven wanted to do more than that. So he left Llewellyn under the watchful eye of Raphael while Steven went down into the kitchen. Steven put together some soup along with cups of tea and slices of bread for him and Llewellyn.

Steven carefully placed everything on a tray and carried it upstairs, once again thinking a lift would be handy for moments like this when he was worried about spilling.

He made it upstairs without incident though. He entered the bedroom quietly, not wanting to startle Raphael or Llewellyn if either of them were deeply asleep.

[NFB. for the jerk going to SDCC poor sick beau who was modded with permission]

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