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]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

"Because I'm me and not some doll," Octavia offered.

She could picture him dressed like a Grounder, and yet she could not fully picture him dressed like a Grounder.

She got it.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth quirked, relieved. "Yes."

[okteiviakom]

"I get it," Octavia promised. "There's aa difference. And I'm happy to help you stay on the right side of it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer murmured. "I count on you to tell me off if I err."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft snort. "Oh, I will."

He could absolutely count on that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled at her. "Good."

He finished his drink.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him another crooked little smile.

Then picked up her fork, to finish what was on her plate.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked up. Watched her, for a moment, a small smile on his face.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia caught it, after a moment, her plate almost empty.

"What?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Just taking a moment to enjoy the sight of you, that's all," Lucifer said softly.