Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

There were plans to open the club - finally - and plans to go to Austria for a few days to see an opera - exciting - and Octavia had been doing better recently, so... Lucifer was in a good mood, actually, when Sunday came around.

So yes, the candles were out again tonight. And a rather imposing spread of seafood, picked up from the mainland. With mango rice, of course.

It was Octavia. Couldn't do without the mango rice.

"How do you feel about the snapper?"

[[ for her ]]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I'll make sure it's modest, of course," Lucifer said, holding up a hand. "And relatively easy to move in."

[okteiviakom]

"Uh huh," Octavia said, mostly amused because these things needed to be specified. "Good."

[my_own_advocate]

"But it'd be nice," Lucifer finished. Lamely.

[okteiviakom]

"I thought I was already saying yes," Octavia told him with a crooked smile. "But in case that wasn't clear: yes, that would be nice, and I trust you."

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course," Lucifer said. He cleared his throat. "I do have an impeccable sense of style."

[okteiviakom]

"I've heard you make that claim once or twice before," Octavia teased. "So far, it seems to hold true."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled, and took a bite of his fish. "Well, that's settled, then," he said. "Think I should let Duke dress himself?"

[okteiviakom]

It was Octavia's turn to hold up a hand.

"I'm gonna stay out of that," she rasped. "You know I like everything he chooses to wear." Just like she knew he didn't always agree.

[my_own_advocate]

"Fair enough," said Lucifer, who certainly had doubts. "I should... not speak to him about it, anyway. You know how his pride gets."

[okteiviakom]

"Does that not automatically mean you're going to let him dress himself?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, yes, that would be the option I'm now considering," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned back in her chair a little. Eyed him with a wry look.

"Will you be able to not needle him about whatever he ends up choosing if you don't like it?"

[my_own_advocate]

"... I make no promises," Lucifer said, reaching for his glass.

[okteiviakom]

"That's what I thought," Octavia replied, not unkindly.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's not like he doesn't expect it," Lucifer muttered.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia agreed, picking up her own drink.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took a sip of his wine. "He'll probably find some way to go ridiculously over the top with it."

Pot, kettle.

[okteiviakom]

Yeah, Octavia could do nothing but snort at that.

Because, yeah.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed, took another swig of his wine, and dug back into his fish.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched him, tempering her wry smile into something smaller.

"Well, at least I'll definitely look exactly to your specifications."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Thank you for letting me play dress-up," he said warmly.

[okteiviakom]

"It seems like an easy way to make you happy," Octavia replied, lips quirking a little further again.

[my_own_advocate]

"I thank you anyway," Lucifer said. "Even if I also don't want to make you look-- not like yourself."

It was a fine balance.

[okteiviakom]

"I've looked more ways than you even know, before," Octavia pointed out, gently. "It's fine."

As long as she was comfortable.

[my_own_advocate]

"And you'd look gorgeous in a burlap sack," Lucifer admitted, with a little sigh. "I suppose it's just that while I'd love to see you in a gown, it does need to be you in a gown. Don't ask me why it matters to me."