pocketpretzels | Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

Steven giggled. "Very much so. You're rather good at it."

"Another skill I am doing my best to hone," Watts told him, guiding them back to the counter, though not yet letting go.

"You're already amazing," Steven told him. "Imagine how much more you'll be decades from now."

"Alongside the love of my life?" Watts said, sneaking in one more kiss before he went to get the whipped topping.

"How else would you get practice making the love of your life smile?" Steven pointed out.

"Precisely," Watts agreed, setting the bowl down next to the bowl of strawberries.

Steven took a seat on one of the stools at the counter so he'd be more inclined to focus on eating than getting distracted by kissing Llewellyn.

It did not rule out getting distracted by kissing, but he was at least doing his best to try.

"How can I help?"

"You have," Watts said, picking out one of the biscuits Steven had sliced, as well as his own lopsided first attempt.

"That's mine," Steven reminded him. Not that he thought Llewellyn forgot, but in case Llewellyn wondered if Steven had changed his mind.

"You may need to eat it quickly, once it's assembled," Watts warned. "In case the filling decides to slide out.

He started placing strawberries on the bottom half of each biscuit, with a few extra on Steven's. Both because he liked making sure Steven had plenty and because maybe they would help create a more even surface for the top biscuit.

Steven wasn't thinking about structural integrity so instead he smiled at what to him was just a large portion. "Being generous. Thank you."

"Only the best for you," Watts replied.

"Thank you," Steven said. He reached to gently rub Llewellyn's back, since hopefully that wasn't too distracting. "You take such good care of me."

"It is my pleasure to," Watts replied, carefully adding the whipped topping, and then topping it off with the other half of the biscuit.

Steven gave an appreciative clap. "Well done! It looks delicious."

Watts smiled warmly, sliding it over to Steven before finishing assembling his own.

Steven looked about for his mobile so he could take a picture of it. "I think it looks lovely."

"It doesn't seem lopsided?" He'd done his best to make sure it wasn't, but, well. He was still examining it with a critical eye.

"What if it does?" Steven asked. "Does that affect the taste at all?"

"No, I- I suppose not," Watts admitted. "But- it's the principle of the matter."

"It doesn't look the way you'd like it to," Steven said.

"That- yes," Watts admitted.

"Two things could be true?" Steven suggested. "It could not look the way you want it to, but to me it could look like evidence of how hard my love works to try to make nice things for me."

"I suppose that- could be the case," Watts conceded.

"Would you prefer I delete the picture?" Steven asked. "Or take another? I don't want to keep it if it's unhappy for you."

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