John woke up slowly and smiled. Rodney was curled up into his side, one leg thrown over his. John ran one hand up and down his lover’s back and tried not to let his touch wander.
“I can knit,” Beryl snapped as she purled her stitch and started a new row of her blanket.
“So, you can be civilized,” Harry heard as he sipped his coffee.
Harry looked up at his unexpected guest and suppressed a sigh and a bump of old, unwanted irritation. “And yet, you can’t. Interrupting a man’s lunch to butt in while being a smartarse,” he snapped out without thinking.
“My darling, my dearest, my most lovely partner who I worship every chance I get!”
Steve stared at the phone in his hand for a moment before he put it back to his ear. “You’re surrounded by your coworkers, aren’t you Tony?”
“You betcha, darling. I can’t wait to see you again. You’ll be here next Saturday?”
“You know, when you asked me out on a date, this wasn’t where I expected it to be,” Tony commented as he settled into the prone shooter’s stance Ian had shown him. Their hearing protection allowed voices to get through, which was good because shouting would have been a pain in the ass.
“You remember how we were wondering if magicals were functionally a separate species of human?” Harry asked as he grabbed the menu at his spot on the table and looked it over. “Do they serve alcohol here?”
“Yes, I remember that discussion in fifth year and no, they don’t,” Hermione said.
One of the things that Beryl liked least about being the boss was having to call meetings to pass on the directives from on high. But she was the one running the Housekeeping and Supply departments, so she had to call them when she had directives to pass on. For good or for bad. Thankfully, this was one that she was happy to cooperate with.
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