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?"

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer dropped his chin onto his hands and watched her, still smiling.

Marvelling that she remained in his life.

[okteiviakom]

While she worked through the remains of her mango fried rice.

Carefully, bite by bite.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sat back after another moment or two. "Good?" he asked softly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia glanced up, gave a soft little nod.

"Always."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled, and took a final bite of his own cooling rice. "I'm so glad we get to have these evenings."

[okteiviakom]

"It's a good routine," Octavia agreed softly. "Good thinking on our part."

[my_own_advocate]

"We are a bit brilliant at times, aren't we?" Lucifer teased.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted, lifting up her final forkful of rice.

"I guess we are."

And in it went.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Perhaps at some point I should get a pool," he mused. "For date nights."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyebrows quirked.

"That sounds like a... lot."

Did that even need saying? It was Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

"What? It's just a pool."

It was Lucifer.

[okteiviakom]

Yeah, that checked out.

"As far as I can tell, it's a renovation of part of the house," Octavia pointed out. "Just for date nights."

[my_own_advocate]

"We mostly just use the house for date nights," Lucifer pointed out, "And there's plenty of space. I didn't have much of that in LA."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm just saying," Octavia rasped, still amused, "it's a bigger thing than like, just bolting a swing to the ceiling or something."

Not that she'd thought of such things.

"Not that I wouldn't love it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Would you want a swing bolted to the ceiling?" Lucifer asked. Predictably.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted.

"In the future, yeah, maybe."

[my_own_advocate]

"I had one in my old apartment," Lucifer mused. "We can work on that, as well."

[okteiviakom]

A softer snort. "Okay, then."

[my_own_advocate]

"What? Plenty of uses for an indoor swing, it's very clever," Lucifer laughed, reaching for the wine.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm mostly aware of just the one."

[my_own_advocate]

"And which one is that?" Lucifer asked, amused.

[okteiviakom]

"The same one you had one in your old apartment for."

Just a guess!

[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.