The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Monday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Lucifer was supposed to come over for dinner, and Octavia was looking forward to it. That should have been a given, but after the last while, it was an odd feeling.

A good feeling.

She'd cleared the table, down in the cabin, and was now sitting on the deck in the back. Just waiting while she listened to the sound of the water.

[ooc: For the devil.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had placed quite an order at Taste of Thai (he was not going to show up to Samsara with anything less than a massive amount of mango fried rice). When he turned up to the boat, it was so bearing three large plastic bags, a blue three-piece suit and a grin.

"Evening," he called, as he stepped onto the boat. "I come bearing rice."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked at the bags, and then up at his face.

"... All of it?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I just wanted to make sure we had some choices," Lucifer said, grinning at her.

[okteiviakom]

"You're ridiculous."

This was not news, Octavia. But then, it also sounded a little too soft to be an accusation to begin with.

She got up from her seat.

[my_own_advocate]

"Perfectly reasonable," Lucifer said. "Now if you don't like the vegetable pad thai, you can try the papaya salad instead."

He smiled at her, then stole into the seating area so he could start unpacking all of that food.

[okteiviakom]

"You don't think I already know my opinion on both?" Octavia wondered as she followed him down, but stuck by the hatch for the moment, giving him and his bags some room to work in.

[my_own_advocate]

"There is such a thing as a mood for pad thai," Lucifer said, setting the bags down on the table, "and a mood for papaya salad."

[okteiviakom]

"There's a mood for eating," Octavia retorted, "and a mood for not eating."

Guess which one had plagued her over the last couple of weeks.

(He was still right, too, though. She was just being a pain.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Those are bigger, overarching moods," Lucifer said, "And I do hope you're not in the latter."

He pulled the lid off of the pad thai, then grabbed the mango fried rice.

[okteiviakom]

"Not right now."

The smell of food wafted over to her almost immediately after he opened the container, so she could say that with great certainty.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said, smiling. "Mind grabbing some cutlery and plates and whatnot?"

He produced a few more boxes from the bags.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia descended the rest of the way into the cabin to rummage through the cupboard for everything they needed.

And since the table and her kitchen set-up were across from each other, that didn't leave either of them much room. But he was probably fine being bumped into.

[my_own_advocate]

She could bump into him any time.

Once all the containers were open, Lucifer slid into a seat, just to get out of her way. He watched her bustle about, smiling.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia set plates and glasses on the table. Did her best to fit them on there, anyway. "What do you want to drink? Because I have... orange juice and water."

Unless he'd brought beverages with the rest of the excess.

[my_own_advocate]

"I have whiskey," Lucifer said, showing her his flask, "But I'll have just water with dinner."

To match her.

[okteiviakom]

"Okay," Octavia said with a little nod. And got water from the fridge, and poured both of them a glass.

Then paused, standing at the end of the table.

Gave him a little look.

"So, across, or side by side?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Across is traditional," Lucifer said, grinned, and promptly scooted so she'd have room to sit next to him.

[okteiviakom]

So that was where Octavia sat, setting some utensils down on the table as she did. And rasped, "We make our own traditions, skaifaya."

She was good at that sort of thing.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled. "And frankly I like you at my side a fair bit more," he said.

[okteiviakom]

"Of course you do," Octavia rasped.

Far too soft for snark. She was still at the stage where everything positive felt like a gift.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's smile softened.

He leaned to the side and brushed a gentle kiss against her cheek. "Enjoy your meal."

[okteiviakom]

See? Like that.

Octavia's own expression softened considerably. "Mochof," she murmured. "You too."

[my_own_advocate]

He cast another smile at her, and then turned to the boxes, filling his plate with some pad thai and the sweet and sour pork he'd gotten for himself.

"So how was your day?" he asked.

[okteiviakom]

"Quiet," Octavia said, as she reached for one of the containers. "They're all quiet, right now."

And that was a welcome thing.

[my_own_advocate]

"Much better than the last few weeks, then."