Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

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.]

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[okteiviakom]

"Sounds nice."

It wasn't Ireland, but... They could probably save Ireland for another time.

"Is seafood hard?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Depends on the seafood," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "I won't ask you to prepare anything you can't handle, darling."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's nose wrinkled.

"Would kind of defeat the purpose if you did."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "True," he said, and reached for his wine. "You know, Duke and I once had a nice evening out where we just moved the Rouge to the other side of the island, facing the preserve," he added. "It felt quite private and magical, really."

[okteiviakom]

"I've been there," Octavia murmured, gathering the last of her salad onto her fork, "I know."

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you think that might be an idea?" Lucifer said. "Or we could ask Duke to take the Rouge down the bay to one of the other islands, or even all the way to the ocean proper."

[okteiviakom]

"I think maybe another island?" Octavia replied, mulling it over. "A little change of scenery but still kind of... connected to something."

Maybe it was a personal thing of not feeling up to being fully at sea right now.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded. "Good idea," he said. "We'll just... have to ask Duke to do the captaining and then make him sit in the hold for a bit or something while we work."

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe not the hold."

She said that a little too quickly.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer frowned. "The bedroom?"

[okteiviakom]

"Might be nicer."

And into her mouth went the salad.

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course," Lucifer said. Still frowning.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had looked down at her bowl. When she looked up again, he was still frowning.

"What?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Why are you being weird about the hold?"

[okteiviakom]

... Right.

How could she even word this? The gut reaction that came from more than one bad experience down there.

"It's just not the most comfortable place," Octavia muttered.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm aware, but you did a thing."

[okteiviakom]

"A thing?"

[my_own_advocate]

"When you said it was better to put him somewhere else," Lucifer said. "You... spedran."

[okteiviakom]

Her face scrunched up again. "... I think was sitting down."

What a time to get hung up on a figure of speech, Tavi. Good job.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "With your voice," he said. "And now you're dodging."

[okteiviakom]

Well, Octavia couldn't really refute that.

So she could sigh instead. "What is it that you want to know?"

[my_own_advocate]

"What I asked earlier," Lucifer said, quite practically, he felt. "Why are you being weird about the hold?"

[okteiviakom]

"Because nothing good's ever happened to me there."

Was that clear enough?

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said, and took a sip of his wine. "Well, that makes sense."

[okteiviakom]

"Does it," Octavia replied, a little too mildly for it to actually sound like a question.