The Cape Rouge, Somewhere Behind the Preserve, Saturday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had her date nights with Lucifer, and Lucifer had a similar (thought still vastly different) routine going with Duke, but all three of them together hadn't really taken the time to do anything special for an evening in a while. So that was what tonight was for.

Duke had handled sailing the Rouge to a more secluded spot near the preserve. Lucifer was handling the food.

Octavia had... hung up some extra twinkly lights on the deck. That was important too, right? And she'd picked some stuff for the playlist too. Was still picking stuff on her phone, actually.

[ooc: For those two I just gently modded!]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Right, so the salmon and the gratin are in the oven and the salad's done," Lucifer announced, stepping onto the deck wearing an apron and holding a dish in his hands. "Anyone for bread and cheese before we get started?"

[betterthanaplan]

“And the anchor’s in place,” Duke said. Cheese sounds good to me!”

[okteiviakom]

"Then cheese it is," Octavia agreed with a hint of wryness, casting a glance towards Lucifer and his apron.

It never got old.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer merrily slid the plate onto the table. "Cheese for all," he called. "Don't hog the camembert!"

[betterthanaplan]

“Never,” Duke said cheerfully. “Look at you, all domestic.” He looked at Octavia. “He looks good like that, huh?”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft snort, finally setting her phone aside. "He looks like a cook."

That was not actually a no.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm not a cook," Lucifer said indignantly. He looked at Duke. "Tell her, you know the difference."

[betterthanaplan]

“Chef, gona,” Duke said, amused. “It’s a cook but fancy.”

He knew it was a little more than that, but teasing was fun.

[okteiviakom]

"So, a cook," Octavia said, without missing a beat.

Because she was incorrigible.

(And perfectly aware of the difference between 'cook' and 'chef', but they didn't need to remember that.)

[my_own_advocate]

"You don't deserve my food," Lucifer huffed.

And started cutting into the bread.

[betterthanaplan]

“We deserve all the food,” Duke said, plucking up a piece of gouda.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sidled up to Lucifer's side, and slid her arm around his waist. Like a peace offering.

"Or at least we'd like to have it."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed loudly. "What's the magic word?" he said.

[betterthanaplan]

“Abracadabra,” Duke said. Like a brat.

[okteiviakom]

"Beja," said Octavia, softer.

Still a little bratty, somehow.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer said firmly, to Octavia. "Would you like some cheese, and perhaps some bread with herb butter?"

He held the bread out for her.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke popped his cheese in his mouth with a grin.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took the offered bread with her free hand. Her other arm was still loosely around Lucifer.

"Mochof."

Her smile was a little crooked.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're welcome," Lucifer said, smiling. "I can recommend the camembert. Which our bratty hodon gets nothing of now."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke let out an affronted gasp. “But I’m so pretty!”

[okteiviakom]

"But you're a brat."

That was not at all hypocritical, coming from her. Duke barely knew how bratty she could be, anyway!

[my_own_advocate]

"She has a point," Lucifer said, nodding. "And she's also very pretty."

[betterthanaplan]

“You all say ‘brat’ like it’s a bad thing. We all know it’s a feature, not a bug.”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia said nothing, just bit into her piece of bread.

Kind of smugly, somehow.

[my_own_advocate]

"No camembert for you," Lucifer informed him, picking up a piece of the cheese and holding it out for Octavia to take.