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]

"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.

[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."