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okteiviakom) wrote2023-07-23 10:41 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2023-07-23 10:41 pm
Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night
It had been another weird week. But enough of the weird - both from this week, and the ones before it - had apparently passed for Octavia and Lucifer to meet up at the house again on this Sunday evening for another date night.
The previously unfurnished room on the second floor was no longer unfurnished. Octavia didn't know whether Lucifer had noticed yet, especially since she'd left the door closed after she'd been done with it. She didn't know whether it would come into play yet, anyway.
And either way, they were downstairs, sitting down properly at the dining table. A gesture towards things Lucifer liked. And Octavia had cooked, even if the main had been just a very simple salad, which they were just about finished with. The equally simple dessert was still waiting in the fridge.
"Maybe one of these weeks you could give me a lesson." A beat. "You know, for cooking. We could make a thing of it."
[ooc: For, you guessed it, that guy.]
The previously unfurnished room on the second floor was no longer unfurnished. Octavia didn't know whether Lucifer had noticed yet, especially since she'd left the door closed after she'd been done with it. She didn't know whether it would come into play yet, anyway.
And either way, they were downstairs, sitting down properly at the dining table. A gesture towards things Lucifer liked. And Octavia had cooked, even if the main had been just a very simple salad, which they were just about finished with. The equally simple dessert was still waiting in the fridge.
"Maybe one of these weeks you could give me a lesson." A beat. "You know, for cooking. We could make a thing of it."
[ooc: For, you guessed it, that guy.]