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[alsoagreengrass]

Two days ago, Scorpius had informed his grandparents that he'd finally stopped procrastinating and finished work on the cottage. He never asked them for ownership of it, though the thought had crossed his mind

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[honorbyname]

"Do you like it?" Albus asks, pausing at Scorpius' booth.

(He'd been, admittedly, hoping to see his boyfriend here today - and as it is, he's very glad to see him.)

"The book."

[alsoagreengrass]

"I love it," Scorpius says without hesitation, very much in love with the gift. He hugs it to his chest briefly before setting it on the table.

He reaches for Albus' wrist, inviting his boyfriend into the booth with a slight tug.

"I've got yours at home."

[honorbyname]

"Mine?" Albus asks with a smile, as he allows himself to be tugged.

(He is so relieved, and so glad that Scorpius likes his gift.)

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius grin back, unable to stay so grim when he's so happy to see Albus. He's hugging his side as soon as he's got him in the booth.

"Yeah, your gift. I didn't know you'd be here. I, uhm - Didn't know I'd be here either, actually. I did leave mistletoe for you with Bar, though."

[golden_lyre]

There's a faint scent of cocoa-butter coming from somewhere behind Scorpius, and he should probably intervene before Orpheus actually opens that book...

[alsoagreengrass]

Should he?

Scorpius, who catches whiff of the out-of-season scent, twists around to peer over the back of his booth with a perfectly innocent expression.

[golden_lyre]

If only because Orpheus isn't the only one who'll be subjected to the poetry otherwise...

But it's too late now, Orpheus is already opening it as he starts to walk past Scorpius' booth.

The look on his face when he does likely makes up for at least half a dozen smirks.

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius has already heard it all before that it doesn't nearly bother him as much as it clearly does others.

He stifles a laugh at the look on Orpheus' face.