Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

It had been a weird week. And one where Octavia had spent most of it convinced that there would absolutely not be a date night at the end of it. Not because anyone had told her so, but because she'd convinced herself so.

And then just earlier on Sunday, Lucifer had convinced her otherwise.

So here she was.

And here they were. Curled up on the couch, the most casual setting possible for eating the simple, fruity meal Octavia had (somewhat) requested Lucifer to make for dinner. They were almost all the way through it, already. Octavia was having to chase some of the things on her plate around with her fork to get them on it.

"Should make this again."

It was high praise.

[ooc: For that guy.]