Isla San Pedro, Chile, Thursday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

As always, the weather in Isla San Pedro improved markedly when the trio arrived, not too long before sunset. Lucifer didn't notice the change, happy as he was to return here. Especially with Duke's recent state of mind, a place to rest with few to no responsibilities seemed--

Well, perfect.

Shortly after arrival, he made good on his promise to Octavia: he set up a little campfire on the beach, brought out some pillows for everyone to sit on, and fish and vegetables to roast over the fire.

"I also brought some Turkish tea for us to heat up," he announced, flopping down on a pillow whilst brandishing a box.

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[my_own_advocate]

"We're very sexy otters."

[betterthanaplan]

"Absolutely," Duke agreed. "Though I think Tavi decided she's a raccoon? Even when it's not, you know, those times."

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't decide anything," Octavia huffed, giving him a little bump. "I just think the island... decided for me."

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you prefer being a raccoon, or would you like giving being an otter a try?" Lucifer said, sipping his tea with a smile.

[betterthanaplan]

“I think you’d make an excellent otter, myself,” Duke said.

[okteiviakom]

"Mochof, jaka." Well, it was clearly the highest of compliments. "Do I have to choose?"

No one had asked her to choose between shark and raccoon, either.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, you can't be both at once," Lucifer pointed out sanely. "You could alternate, though, I suppose."

[betterthanaplan]

"I don't know. I think you could totally be both at once, if you really want to." He grinned. "I believe in you, gona."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia swayed Duke a little, as if to communicate her approval of that logic. "And I don't think the lines are that clear to begin with," she decided. "We all have a lot of different facets, right?"

[my_own_advocate]

"...We're not talking about physical otters any longer, are we?"

Gold star, Luce.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke laughed. “Sorry, Luce. I at least never was.”

[okteiviakom]

"Me neither."

Sorry, Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "I need more wine for these metaphors," he said, reaching behind him to-- ah, there was the wine.

[betterthanaplan]

"We mortals are confusing," Duke said sympathetically. "Insisting on being shark-raccoon-otters, but only on a spiritual level."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head tilted against Duke's shoulder again, but she was watching Lucifer.

"It's the only way we have any control over it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Fine," Lucifer sighed. "But only if I get to be a lion."

He took a swig from the bottle. "I rather like lions."

[betterthanaplan]

"You are absolutely a lion," Duke said excitedly.

Someone was finally getting an idea for a Lucifer-specific tattoo.

[okteiviakom]

"Kinda sounds like you might eat us."

Guess Octavia was starting to feel a little more comfortable, to say that joke with a mischievous smirk that went well with a double entendre, and not think --

Well, the Bunker.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "Never," he said. "I'd much rather my mouth and your bodies meet in much more interesting configurations."

[betterthanaplan]

"You are a very courteous lion who only eats his partners in the fun way," Duke agreed easily. (He wasn't even thinking about the bunker, which was for the best, really.) "Just like Octavia's shark side. And my . . . do I have a predator?"

Otters and gulls only hunted smaller prey. Or french fries.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's comfort had been a little short-lived because she had only been referring to the fun way to begin with, so now her smirk had dimmed quite a bit.

It wasn't their fault, it was just what it was.

"Not everyone needs a predator," she murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached for her hand without thinking another moment on it. He'd been trying to avoid calling attention to the Bunker of it all. Apparently he'd failed.

"It's good that you don't have one, frankly," he said. "We love you that way."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded. He noted Octavia dimming a bit, and the hand Lucifer reached out, and refused to look at it too closely.

If he just kept going, he could keep his cheerful momentum going, dammit!

"Alright, then. I'm the sea-otter-gull. Out to steal your french fries and shiny rocks."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia really wished she'd had her other, cup-holding hand free, too, because she found herself with the sudden urge to slide that arm around Duke's waist. But the best she could do was allow her lean to get a little heavier, while she gave Lucifer's hand a little squeeze.

(No one was trying to dig her private ache out into the world, and that was good.)

"Might have competition for the shiny."

She seemed to remember stories about that, from her raccoon days.

[my_own_advocate]

They didn't need to dig for it when they knew what it was, did they?

At least. Not under these circumstances.

"Perhaps we should build a little shrine out here for all of both your shinies."