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]

"There is that," Lucifer agreed cheerfully. "But there's also just swinging on the swing, if you don't mind the odd stain."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted, finally putting her fork down.

"That's a big 'if'."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, now we're concerned about that sort of thing?" Lucifer teased, filling his glass.

[okteiviakom]

"Context matters," Octavia drawled without missing a beat.

[my_own_advocate]

"Uh-huh," Lucifer hummed, amused. "If you say so.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes at him. "I don't think I'm a big fan of swings, anyway."

Spoiler: she'd probably never even been on one. Dirty or otherwise.

[my_own_advocate]

"You don't think," Lucifer echoed, amused.

[okteiviakom]

"In the trying to ignore stains sense."

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose we should wash it from time to time, then," Lucifer said, with clear amusement written all over his face.

[okteiviakom]

"That's generally good for hygiene, yeah."

[my_own_advocate]

"Brat," Lucifer said fondly, and sipped his wine.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "What, just because I'm stating facts?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Because of the specific way you are stating facts."

[okteiviakom]

"All fact-like?"

[my_own_advocate]

"At a particular time in the conversation. With a tone."

[okteiviakom]

"Sorry my facts don't work on your schedule."

That was definitely bratty.

[my_own_advocate]

"See," Lucifer said, pointing at her with his glass. "Being an absolute brat."

[okteiviakom]

"That one was on purpose," Octavia replied, only a little bit smug. "Good job spotting it."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes and took another sip of his wine. "I don't think they're all that different from one another."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a tiny snort.

"Never mind about the spotting things, then. I take it back."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer squinted at her. "If you say so..."

[okteiviakom]

She was perhaps just being a brat for the sake of being a brat. There were many levels to it.

Octavia was just going to take a sip from her drink, now.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're terrible," Lucifer concluded, and sipped his own drink suspiciously.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia just snorted.

... Between swallowing down sips, obviously. She didn't want to get any in her nose.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shook his head, and after another sip, rose to his feet. "Come here then, brat."