Aboard the Samsara, Sunday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

If her time around and aboard the Cape Rouge hadn't already taught Octavia that boats were a lot of work, this past year with one of her own definitely would have. There seemed to always be something to check, maybe something to fix or otherwise give some maintenance to - and especially when you'd been gone for a while. And after breakfast, Octavia had finally taken the time to go over everything. Just, methodically and thoroughly checking everything so she wouldn't run into any trouble the next time she took the Samsara out of the port.

(Which she also figured she should do sometime soon, probably. She may have been using the thing like a houseboat, but it was meant for cruising around in.)

In some ways, it had felt like a couple of hours of meditation.

And she'd finished the whole thing off by cleaning the back deck. Which meant that now that she was done, she... sank down in one of the seats with a big sigh, her head tipping back until she could look up at the sky.

Right, that was all done.

[ooc: Expecting one.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I see I timed this exactly right," Lucifer called, as he stepped up onto the boat with a rather massive jug of iced tea in his hands. "Done for the day?"

[okteiviakom]

"Looks that way, yeah," Octavia replied, turning her head towards him without lifting it. "What's that you've got there?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Peach-flavored iced tea," Lucifer said, and set the large pitcher down in front of her. "Since you've been working yourself into a sweaty mess."

Or maybe that was just his wishful thinking talking.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "I'm not a mess."

Sweaty, though, yeah. There was just much less grease than when Duke did this sort of thing, because she had to less engine stuff to do.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're a little messy," Lucifer argued. "Hold on, I'll get some glasses..."

And down into the ship he went.

[okteiviakom]

He would find them in the usual spot, in the little cupboard above the tiny sink. Octavia had cleaned indoors, too, so at least her boat wasn't a mess.

She watched him go, with something faintly amused about her expression. And then managed to actually pull herself all the way upright again.

[my_own_advocate]

Honestly, she'd picked an excellent day to do this. Now Lucifer didn't need to deal with the horrendous outfit from beyond time the island had dumped in his walk-in.

"Here we go," he called, returning with two large glasses, and set them down.

He poured a measure of whiskey into his own.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't even seen the modest dress the island had materialized for her. Because it had done so in Duke's closet. Which... really said a few things about where she considered herself to be living, these days.

"Does that even go with iced tea?" she wondered, as she scooted over on her seat a little, making room.

[my_own_advocate]

"Everything goes with scotch," Lucifer informed her authoritatively.

He picked up the pitcher and poured her glass first, then his own.

[okteiviakom]

"Says you."

She leaned over to pick up the non-scotch one.

[my_own_advocate]

"And who would know better than a Devil who truly knows scotch?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a show of rolling her eyes at him.

"Sit down, Lucifer."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, ma'am," Lucifer teased, sliding into the seat in front of her. "Productive day?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted back into the middle of the seat she was occupying, and shrugged, faintly, on one side.

"Boat's clean and checked for anything that might become a problem."

[my_own_advocate]

"So that would be a yes," Lucifer said, giving her foot a playful little kick. "Glad your boat won't be shutting itself down any time soon."

[okteiviakom]

"Well, you bought this thing," Octavia pointed out, giving his foot a little nudge back. "I don't think you would've let me have something that was going to fall apart if I was gone for a month."

[my_own_advocate]

"Obviously not," Lucifer said, "But I can still be pleased, can't I?"

[okteiviakom]

"No one's saying you can't," Octavia replied, and finally took a sip.

And then savored that peach flavor.

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you like it?" Lucifer asked, sitting forward, expectant.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him a faintly amused look over the glass.

"It tastes like fruit."

That was a 'yes' in Octaviese.

[my_own_advocate]

"It better," Lucifer said, taking a sip of his. "I had this steeping in peaches in the fridge for over a day."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head tilted just a fraction, her brows dipping about as much.

"... That's what that was?"

[my_own_advocate]

"The mason jar full of fruit and cold tea? Yes," Lucifer said, faintly amused. "You had mentioned thinking about some boat work soon, so I thought... best be prepared."

[okteiviakom]

Look, she hadn't looked at it too closely beyond thinking 'that looks weird'.

Her expression was already shifting. "So you made this for me?"

Don't look so touched and surprised, Tavi, you'd been together for most of a year.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, wondering what he'd done that made her look so surprised. "Since you no longer drink alcohol, I'm trying to diversify the kinds of beverages I can make."