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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[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.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia followed him those few feet, and watched him be theatrical some more.

There was a definite fondness to it.

[my_own_advocate]

"There we are," Lucifer said, leaning back with a triumphant smile on his face that his part in the creation of the salad definitely didn't deserve. "Dinner!"

[okteiviakom]

"It's served," Octavia agreed. The table had already been set earlier, and now all that was left to do was to sit down.

Which Octavia was now moving to do.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled her chair back for her - it felt in the spirit of the thing.

[okteiviakom]

Even if it made Octavia snort softly. It wasn't the first time he or Duke had done that for her, but it was still a little weird to her. Sometimes.

"I could handle my own chair, you know," she said, but in a joking tone that was also on the soft side.

Also she was taking a seat, now.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, you can handle many things," Lucifer said, beaming as he pushed her chair towards the table. "But sometimes it is nice not to have to."

[okteiviakom]

"I'll remember that for the next time you're trying to sit down."