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]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't be a brat," Lucifer sighed, and walked to his own seat.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia chuckled. "Why not?"

She reached out for the salad, to move a nice helping of it onto her own plate.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because I was trying to be gallant," Lucifer sighed. Pouting for effect.

[okteiviakom]

"Points for the pout," Octavia teased, "but other than that, it's not the most convincing argument I've heard from you."

She nudged the bowl of salad closer to him, and reached for some bread.

"You know, against being a brat."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took a big helping of the salad and dropped it on his plate. "Very harsh," he said. "And unfair."

[okteiviakom]

"No, it's not."

So there.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, it is."

Lucifer grabbed some bread.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia bit into her piece of bread with a tiny, impish smirk.

As you do.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed loudly, but also dug into his food.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia ignored his sighing in favor of enjoying dinner. Thoughtfully.

"Tasty," she said, after a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

"Sometimes all you need is fresh produce and good cheese," Lucifer agreed, beaming.

[okteiviakom]

"Most of the time, even," Octavia replied, only half joking.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "You would think so," he teased.

[okteiviakom]

"Of course," Octavia replied without missing a beat. "It's fresh produce."

It was fresh anything, really.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed loudly. "I suppose I can't fault you for being so fond of it."

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia agreed, "you can't."

And she stuffed some more salad into her mouth, as if to make a point.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled and bit into his bread. "At least you're getting all your vitamins."

[okteiviakom]

"And it's tasty," Octavia replied easily enough for someone who preferred not to talk about nutrients much. "Your dessert beetter match up."