Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

It had been a relatively quiet evening at the mansion, so far. But in an easy way, not a... Not a bad way. Octavia had requested for them to have their dinner - a nice salad, with a rich, chocolatey dessert - on the couch up in the bedroom, for a change. Something cozy.

Something easy about that, too, maybe.

"What did you say this green thing was called, again?" she asked, spearing one of the last bits of salad in her bowl onto a fork and holding it up for Lucifer to see.

[ooc: For that guy.]