Deck of the Cape Rouge, Sunday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

This certainly had been an emotionally eventful week, hadn't it? For the first time since Duke... exploded... Lucifer found himself in a decent mood, sleeping in to just about noon before cooking himself up a ridiculous breakfast.

Then there was coffee, and a still-somewhat-asleep Devil wandering onto the deck with a large mug that read 'Nail Satan' and a blanket slung over his shoulder. He sat down, facing the boardwalk, and stretched his legs out.

Sigh. A content one, for once. Not entirely without underlying strain, still, but close enough.

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia let her hand brush along his side as she pulled back. She picked up her cup, then got up.

Then gave him one last look.

"Keep the dinner simple?"

[my_own_advocate]

Something in Lucifer's breath relaxed, and it ended in a long breath.

"As you wish."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia flicked him a ghost of a smile, and a little nod. Thanks, maybe?

And then, she went and vanished below decks in the hopes of righting her mind a little more.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer... slid his phone out of his pocket and started browsing through recipes. Simple-- a curry, perhaps?