Lucifer had, perhaps, made a bit too big of a charcuterie board. Especially with the extra deviled eggs, and the fancy ocean blue mock-mojitos to frame the board.

But why not go overboard if you could? Truly? Overkill was his middle name, wasn't it? So to speak.

He swept all of it together, got a balanced tray to put the drinks in, took off his jacket and his shoes, and then swept back towards the stairs.

This was going to be a perfect date night, damn it.