Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been feeling kind of... restless, this week. But keeping it to herself, because Duke had been having a rougher time, and anyway, it was fine. This feeling came and went, and Octavia was used to it.

(Though it really would have been great if Dr. Baker had been able to squeeze her in during some other time this week, after the regular Tuesday session got cancelled.)

It was Sunday now, anyway. Food and cider and hopefully a good time? Octavia had even channeled some of her twitchiness into prepping dessert, earlier. "The fruit's all ready in the fridge," she said, as she got up to clear away the dinner plates. "The white chocolate on them should have set by now."

Spoken like she actually knew anything and hadn't just grabbed the instructions from Google this morning.

[ooc: For the guy.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Someone on the Rouge had to be, and Lucifer was the one with the least amount of problems at this point.

(Not that he thought about this so consciously, but part of him certainly saw it as his duty to be the fun one.)

"I need to let you handle the desserts more often," he said, beaming at her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia huffed, but there was a warmth to it. "That good?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, obviously the definition of 'good' is subjective, I'm sure I could make fancier," Lucifer said, "But I'm finding I rather like being surprised by what you come up with, and I've yet to be disappointed."

[okteiviakom]

"'Yet to be disappointed'," Octavia echoed. "Glowing review."

[my_own_advocate]

"For me, yes," Lucifer said. "People disappoint me with a frankly disconcerting regularity."

[okteiviakom]

"Even now?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Outside of our boat, yes."

He was too much of a softy to qualify Duke's bad days as anywhere near the word disappointment.

[okteiviakom]

It wasn't what Octavia had been thinking about either.

"Well that's depressing."

[my_own_advocate]

"Really?" Lucifer said, raising an eyebrow. "I find it quite uplifting, personally."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia raised her eyebrows right back.

"That so many people keep disappointing you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"That I get to live with two people who don't," Lucifer said, blinking at her.

[okteiviakom]

"That's two people in the world, Lucifer."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's two more than I had previously," Lucifer pointed out. "I so rarely had any before."

[okteiviakom]

"Yes, that's the depressing part, niron."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shrugged, and reached for another piece of fruit. "I am choosing not to see it that way."

[okteiviakom]

"Those are my fellow humans, so I don't think I have that choice."

[my_own_advocate]

"Why not?" Lucifer asked, and snuck a bite, and swallowed it. "They don't reflect on you."

[okteiviakom]

"But it does," Octavia replied. "I'm one of them."

[my_own_advocate]

"... Darling, other humans don't disappoint me because they're humans," Lucifer said, still confused. "Most other humans just disappoint me by being the specific humans that they are."

[okteiviakom]

"Just 'cause you love me doesn't make me different."

Guess this had poked at some of what had been making her restless. Or something that had dragged closer to the surface again, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I love you because you are different," Lucifer said.

The confusion had now turned into a touch of a frown.

"Not from humanity as a whole, but from most of the other humans I've met."

[okteiviakom]

"When you say 'most', you know that's not far enough from 'everyone' to really count, right?" Octavia replied. Retorted, maybe. "You hear that too?"

She'd forgotten all about the fruit.

[my_own_advocate]

This had officially gotten strange.

"No, I don't," Lucifer said. "It is in fact, the most exact number of humans who have disappointed me. Many have. Some haven't."

[okteiviakom]

"'Most' and 'many' are two different things, too," Octavia couldn't help pointing out.

[my_own_advocate]

"Darling, what is your goal with this particular line of conversation?" Lucifer finally felt himself compelled to ask. "Because if you desire to get me to say otherwise, I have to remind you I have little interest in lying to you."