If I may play the me's advocate for a moment...

They were back, and it was Duke and Lucifer's date night, and-- well. They had a pool room now. And a (second) sauna. If you think Lucifer hadn't moved some items down here just in case they got ideas in here...

"Please, make yourself comfortable," he told Duke, grinning. "I'll back with dinner in a moment."

And without waiting for a response, he swept back towards the stairs.

[[ for that guy ]]

"Please be careful with the walls, darling."

Was Lucifer cooking? Yes. Was Lucifer extremely concerned with the structural integrity of his house? Also yes.

"I genuinely don't know whether they would hold under pressure," he added. "Or moisture."

He sighed, hoisting up the salad bowl in the kitchen. "I didn't intend for this to be papaya salad day, but I suppose..."

[[ for her ]]

It certainly had been an auspicious month for the house, hadn't it? Lots of important conversations. Lots of date nights. Lots of very delightful--

Well.

It was Lucifer and Duke's turn again, tonight. And so Lucifer arrived early, with two exorbitantly-priced wagyu steaks and a plethora of fresh vegetables to cook. The bread went in the oven while he worked patiently to make this an excellent meal.

He was humming to himself as he cooked.

[[ for a Duke ]]

It had been a... stressful few weeks. And while there had been date nights in said weeks, they had not been date nights, more dinners and time spent on the sofa.

Now Lucifer had relaxed somewhat. And that meant that the dinner he had put on for tonight was quite extravagant indeed, as some attempt at an apology for putting Octavia through so much. At the center of the table sat an elaborate dish, sea bream with fruit and corn. Surrounding it, a variety of small dishes: cheeses, pickled vegetables, homemade bread.

Lucifer set the last glass in place, and waited for the sound of the door.

[[ for her ]]

It had certainly been a complicated week, hadn't it? Luckily, it had ended before the weekend, and Lucifer, Duke and Octavia had had all Saturday to recover.

That didn't mean Lucifer hadn't been slightly surprised that Octavia was still game for date night. But he had grasped it with every bit of enthusiasm he could foster. And yes, that did mean dinner had featured a genuinely ridiculous amount of tropical fruit.

"Suppose I should've put a protein in there," he mused, settling back and eyeing his empty dessert bowl with satisfaction.

[[ for her and sp. eta: nsfw-bound... ish? ]]

The island had certainly chosen to make this week's date night memorable before it had even started. Lucifer had tackled that with deep enthusiasm - and we weren't even talking about the sexy bits ahead.

No, he had absolutely spent an inordinate amount of time going through his wardrobe to find-- exactly the right suit for Octavia to wear tonight. Sadly there hadn't been enough time to give it any tailoring, but he did have some that would sit well on a smaller frame.

And she did have that.

But, well. He'd given her the suit, and then he'd chosen not to peek. Let it be a surprise, as he finished preparations for dinner while she changed.

He was humming quietly to himself.

[[ woo, spamming the flist. for tavi! ]]

Another Sunday night, another date night. And not one where half the participants were raccoons, either.

"Finished?" Lucifer asked, settling back with his glass of wine.

Eyeing the not-a-raccoon across the table with a small smile.

[[ for her ]]

Octavia... was having a bit of a maudlin weekend. Lucifer understood. And - in as much as they even did expecations for date night anymore - had him drop his expectations.

It also saw him going shopping for supplies earlier that day.

And now he was in the kitchen, working on several small Greek- and Turkish food-inspired dishes while he waited for Octavia to arrive. "I really need to get this stove redone so I can fit more aubergines on it..."

[[ for her ]]

Was Lucifer a bit on edge due to the alcohol situation? Absolutely. In fact, he was seriously considering making a run for his club on the mainland, which was almost fully stocked by now.

But: there was date night. And he didn't want to ruin date night.

And maybe date night could take the edge off of it all.

"Perhaps we should've gone out to the mainland properly for dinner," he sighed, eyeing the bottle of grape juice sitting beside his empty plate.

[[ for her. goes nsfw. ]]

They had somehow made it to their second Valentine's day. Lucifer had briefly thought about co-opting his plans for Duke's birthday for the occasion instead, but he'd relented on a whim. Instead, he'd invited Octavia and Duke to his home.

The expansive bedroom, to be exact, which had been covered in candles, rugs, and soft surfaces in an echo of the scene Duke had made for them last year. Dinner was in the oven downstairs, wine and juices stood on the table, and the piece the resistance--

"And there's the last one!"

--Summer's plentiful jello shots. A variety of alcohol free shots - known in the vernacular as 'fancy-ass fruit jello', apparently, and for him and Duke, some of Summer's sexier creations.

And now it was almost the time Lucifer had told Octavia and Duke to come meet him. He was going to... not be as nervous as he'd been about the bloody club, thank you.

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