The Cape Rouge, Sunday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Right, so Lucifer was getting up bright and early so he could prepare himself for the trip to Baltimore - possibly with Duke - to escape this caffeine-free, zero-alcohol hell-hole. Bright and early enough that both of his partners were still asleep.

Or Octavia was faking it. Or just not bothering to get up. Who even knew?

"Oh my me," he whispered to himself in the kitchen. The bourbon looked... normal? He took a swig. It was normal.

He swept away immediately to get the coffee going, and twenty minutes later--

"Who wants an Irish coffee?!"

--burst back into the bedroom.

[[ for duke, and for octavia if she wants to jump in too ]]

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[betterthanaplan]

"That'd have to be one magic mattress," Duke pointed out, with an amused sip of his (blessed, amazing) coffee. "Tavi likes to stay active."

[my_own_advocate]

"And yet," Lucifer said, "She's sleeping in."

[betterthanaplan]

"'Sleeping in' and 'never wanting to leave' are not quite the same thing," Duke said. "But I like the impulse. If anyone can find a mattress that good, it's our Mr. Morningstar."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "All I'm saying is we should foster and enable this new habit of hers," he said. And paused to take a big sip of his coffee. To savor it. "Mm."

[betterthanaplan]

"Who knows?" Duke said. "If we play our cards right, set up a couple key comfy spots, maybe we'll even convince her to nap."

[my_own_advocate]

"You just want an excuse to add more pillow zones to the ship," Lucifer teased.

[betterthanaplan]

"Well, it's my ship," Duke said. "I should get as many pillow zones as I like, right?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I'm certainly not arguing," Lucifer teased. "Pillow zones have many uses."

[betterthanaplan]

"Glad to have your approval. I'm thinking . . . hammocks."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tilted his head. "...Should be some rather large hammocks."

[betterthanaplan]

"A variety of hammocks. All different sizes and shapes."

[my_own_advocate]

"Just randomly hanging them in rooms and corridors?"

Lucifer was deeply grateful Duke, at least, had opted to sleep in an actual bed.

[betterthanaplan]

"Not randomly. Strategically."

[my_own_advocate]

"Strategically planning for what, exactly?"

Lucifer was amused and just wanted to hear this plan, honestly.

[betterthanaplan]

"Having a handy hammock nearby when she's hit by the urge to nap," Duke said. "Or lounge. Or watch the porgs. . . ."

[my_own_advocate]

"One or two in choice sunlight spots on the deck, then," Lucifer said, nodding.

[betterthanaplan]

"Of course. And I bet we could get one of those big swinging bed things for the forecastle. . . ."

[my_own_advocate]

"...Which part is the forecastle again?"

[betterthanaplan]

"The tall thing in the front."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said, tilting his head. "May be fun in summer. Take the Rouge out somewhere warm, make some iced tea, cuddle up..."

[betterthanaplan]

"Plenty of room to store it in the hold when we're not using it."

Since Octavia was never going to go down there again, if she could help it.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm," Lucifer said, took a sip, and said, "I still think we should get an inflatable hot tub."

[betterthanaplan]

“That . . . would also be easy to store in the hold.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Exactly what I was thinking," Lucifer said. He smirked. "And then you won't have to turn your precious boat into a cruise ship."

[betterthanaplan]

“The world’s ugliest cruise ship?” Duke asked with a grin.

What? He knew what the Rouge looked like.