Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

The main course of the evening would be a nice salad, this week. And that meant Octavia was chopping a lot of fresh things into a bowl that was fast filling up.

"Finally a dish that caters to my skills," she rasped, glancing over at Lucifer putting his finishing touches on the dessert.

[ooc: For that gently modded guy, and likely some SP because that is the Sunday mood.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Your knifework remains impeccable," he said, as he stripped the second banana easily from its peel.

[okteiviakom]

"Thank you, it's the sharpness of the knives."

Mixed with a healthy respect for said sharpness.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, just the knives, is it?"

One banana in one bowl, the other in the... well, other.

[okteiviakom]

"And skill," Octavia allowed, dumping diced cucumber into her bigger bowl.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer beamed. "Right, so I'm chilling these for a bit in the freezer, then I'll break out the homemade ice cream and heat up the chocolate sauce after we finish the main course."

[okteiviakom]

"I just need -- the cheese." Feta, the word was 'feta', Tavi. "And the oil and the herbs, and we'll be good to go."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned to the side, reaching into the fridge. "One piece of artisanal feta, coming up."

He held it out for her.

[okteiviakom]

"'Artisanal'," Octavia replied as she took it, trying to mimic the way he said it.

It wasn't a very spot-on impression.

[my_own_advocate]

"It means good, darling."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, but that's not what word you used," Octavia retorted, as she peeled the feta out of its packaging. "You snob."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's what it's called," Lucifer sniffed.

[okteiviakom]

"Uh huh."

She was just going to be over here, innocently crumbling cheese over the salad.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed loudly. "It's not a terrible thing to have standards, you know."

[okteiviakom]

"Are you telling me I have no standards?" Octavia wondered, unrepentant.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm telling you your standards are both low, and sometimes maddeningly precise."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes. "And all this because you used a funny word," she rasped. "Just help me finish up this thing so we can eat, will you?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed, but he grabbed the bottle of fancy olive oil obligingly and poured it over the salad, cheese and all.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smirked. "Good Devil."

What, it was accurate.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer beamed at her.

"I'm planning to be tonight," he said, setting the bottle down.

The mirror had arrived, and all. Not that he had any specific expectations, after the past few months.

[okteiviakom]

It was the best way to approach these nights these days, yes.

"Impressive," Octavia told, more fond than the attempted drawl seemed to suggest. She reached for herbs. "And smart."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled. "The last touch?" he suggested. "Then we can have our dinner."

[okteiviakom]

"Already on it," Octavia assured him.

It didn't take long before she was sprinklig said final touch into the bowl.

[my_own_advocate]

"Excellent," Lucifer said, and swept the bowl from the counter very theatrically.

[okteiviakom]

It was clearly the only way. Even if it made Octavia snort.

"Well, lead the way."

[my_own_advocate]

"This way, my dear," Lucifer said, waggling his eyebrows.

'This way' was a few feet onwards to the dining table, but he sure made a show of setting that bowl down.