The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

Maybe Octavia was still trying to cling to some kind of a vacation vibe. Or maybe it just genuinely felt like the kind of day for her to sit out on the deck of the Rouge with a book in hand.

Either way, there she was, after the weird water-based class. Reading, while a few of the ship's porgs waddled around. So far, they seemed to have taken the hint that the book was not something edible, and therefore shouldn't be that interesting to them.

[ooc: Open, though may be occasionally slow due to recuperating from work. ET: Goes NSFW wayyyy down in the comments.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"And what are we reading today?" Lucifer asked, sinking down beside her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia held up the book so that he could see it was a book on myth and folklore in the Bahamas.

She could be a little predictable sometimes.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "That's my very serious nerd," he teased.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted as she lowered the book into her lap again.

"Wouldn't you want to know about the places you go?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer agreed, "Like where the nearest spas are or lovely little caves you can sneak off to for a scenic quickie."

[okteiviakom]

"So just the things that matter to you."

This was not surprising.

[my_own_advocate]

"As opposed to what you're reading now, which matters to everyone universally?" Lucifer teased.

[okteiviakom]

"No, it matters to the people in the place where you bought space for us," Octavia replied.

Serious.

[my_own_advocate]

"Depends on which person you ask," Lucifer pointed out. "Plenty of horny twenty-somethings in the Bahamas."

[okteiviakom]

"That's not the point," Octavia said. Well, half-muttered, her gaze drawn back to the book.

[my_own_advocate]

"Then what is?"

[okteiviakom]

"Making an effort to understand the places you go."

[my_own_advocate]

"And you think reading about myths is the best way to do that?" Lucifer asked.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sighed.

Then she put her bookmark (a faded receipt from Turtle & Canary) between the pages before closing the book and resting it on her lap.

Then, she looked up at him again. There was something oddly resigned about it. "Can you just let me have this?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Happily," Lucifer said lightly. "You're the one who started to argue with me about how I wasn't doing things properly."

[okteiviakom]

"I was trying to make a point."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, which one is it?" Lucifer said. "Do you want to make a point, or do you want me to let you have this?"

[okteiviakom]

There was something of a lengthy pause as Octavia swallowed something down.

Then: "I want you to drop this, and tell me how your day's been."

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said, quizzical but willing to go with it. "It's been rather quiet, all in all. Picked up some new drinks at the store, including a fancy soda or two for you."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's shoulders relaxed by a fraction.

(When had they tensed? It was too much of a reflex for her to even realize.)

"What kind?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Some bitter orange thing from Italy," Lucifer said, "A tangerine soda and something with guava. Figured you might like trying it."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned against his arm a little. "Well, those sound good." They were fruit flavors, so that was probably a given. "Mochof."

[my_own_advocate]

"Got to give you something to toast with at dinner, don't I?" Lucifer asked, pressing a kiss against her cheek.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia exhaled a soft huff through her nose. Her lips curved a little. "Are there going to be toasts at dinner?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Every now and again, when it amuses us," Lucifer proclaimed.