Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

As requested, date night dinner had been Thai, and delicious. And dessert, right now, also delivered on both because it was banana roti.

And yet, Octavia could barely focus on it at all. Because of a talk, earlier in the week, there was... an anticipation, here. Still a little vague, still only mostly-but-not-entirely certain. Just hanging over the scene at the table, unspoken of but present.

About half of Octavia's serving of roti was still there, though rapidly vanishing. "You can really taste the banana."

[ooc: For that guy, and likely NSFW-bound.]

Comments

[my_own_advocate]

"I would hope so," Lucifer chuckled. "Otherwise I'd have to have a stern talk with the restaurant about false advertising."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed to give a soft snort.

"Well," she said, "fair."

[my_own_advocate]

"Though, to be fair, there are establishments who think they can get away with banana extract," Lucifer allowed. "I would just never expose you to that."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, no, I want the real thing," Octavia replied without hesitation, while spearing another bit of dessert onto her fork. "When it's an option."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm terribly surprised to hear you say that," Lucifer laughed, taking a bite of his own roti with gusto. "Mmm."

It was good.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's lips curved into a faint smirk.

"Right?"

She popped another piece into her mouth, but was a little less showy about her enjoyment.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer munched happily on his own, beaming at her. He was in good spirits, and the roti was-- remarkably good. "I should thank you for dragging me back into the realm of fruit and all its many purposes."

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't do it on purpose."

No, but she was definitely an influence.

[my_own_advocate]

"Doesn't mean I can't appreciate you being a good influence," Lucifer teased.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, good," Octavia decided. "Because I can't understand not appreciating fruit."

They were a wonder, okay?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "Oh, I always did appreciate it," he said. "Though more in a cocktail context."

[okteiviakom]

"A very narrow context."

[my_own_advocate]

"Not only that context."

He took another bite of his roti.

[okteiviakom]

"So what other ones?" Octavia asked without missing a beat.

Maybe she was indulging this extremely light topic because the amount of dessert on her plate was fast dwindling. Maybe not.

[my_own_advocate]

"Dessert," Lucifer mused. "Chocolate covered strawberries in bed..."

[okteiviakom]

"That sounds like a mess waiting to happen."

That comment did... not entirely sound like a complaint, despite the phrasing.

[my_own_advocate]

"A good mess," Lucifer said, beaming. "And very yummy."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "I think I'll take your word for that."

There were two pieces left on her plate.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "You know there's this fun trick where you cut a hole in a watermelon and pour in vodka," he mused. "The fruit absorbs the liquor, and then you eat the watermelon."

[okteiviakom]

"That sounds like a waste of a good watermelon."

Another bite.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's like an edible watermelon cocktail," Lucifer argued. "Quite delicious, honestly."

[okteiviakom]

"I like watermelons a lot more than I ever liked vodka," Octavia retorted. "Pass."

[my_own_advocate]

"You're tough to please in the 'alternative uses for fruit' department," Lucifer teased.

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe I just think the primary uses are perfect as they are?" Octavia suggested.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, I'm aware you are an essentialist at heart," Lucifer sighed. "But the uses you enjoy are extremely enjoyable, so I can't fault you overmuch."