Duke decided not to point out that the booze had turned into soda. Lucifer was in a pretty good mood right now, no need to destroy it.

He appreciated Octavia pressing against him and slowed down deliberately, telegraphing his moves so she could move with him as he shifted to check the drawers that lined the opposite bulkhead.

His ukulele and books were all intact. It wasn't super likely that a kid could hurt themselves with those, so he supposed that made sense. . . .