Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

"I don't think I've got this."

It had been a while since the last Sunday night date night.

It felt like it had been forever. And Octavia's memories of the last date night of any day of the week at the house weren't great.

None of that was what was getting to her right this second.

"It's just not doing what I want, Lucifer."

She was trying to pipe some sort of ganache onto a thing of dessert in a dainty little bowl, and no, it was not going smoothly at all. As far as issues went, it would have been almost blissfully mundane, had it not also been so very frustrating.

[ooc: For that guy and massive SP.]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "Okay, okay, keep it in your pants."

(He could have that one for free.)

She carved herself out a spoonful, careful (yes, even in her increasingly feigned grumpiness) to get a little bit of all the components.

And then she was just as careful about bringing it all up to her lips, and into her mouth. And then about considering it, too. The flavors, the textures.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer watched her face with very rapt attention.

"And...?"

[okteiviakom]

"It's nice," Octavia said, after thoughtfully licking her bottom lip. "But it could use one of those... you know, one of the fresh herbs that sort of taste like lemon?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Lemongrass?" Lucifer asked. "Lemon thyme?"

[okteiviakom]

"Or maybe lemon basil?" Octavia replied, shrugging, as she went for another spoonful. "One of those. Something with that feel."

She'd spent too much time around him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm," Lucifer said, thoughtful. "We could also try a little bit of sumac... but that would be dry. Hold on."

He walked to the fridge, produced some lemon thyme and lemon basil, and put the leaves down in front of her. Then he reached up to grab a tin of sumac from a cupboard, and opened it.

"Tell me which one you like best. No better way to learn than to taste."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was raising her eyebrows. "You had those all along?" she asked - more about the herbs. Predictably.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, yes, obviously," Lucifer said. "I like to keep the kitchen well-stocked for all possible date night configurations."

[okteiviakom]

"Sounds wasteful," Octavia noted, as she reached for the lemon thyme.

[my_own_advocate]

"But very convenient," Lucifer replied.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm."

It seemed like a better idea to just taste the leaf right then, instead of saying anything further, so that was what she did.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, it wasn't like Lucifer didn't know her feelings on waste. He just didn't share them.

But he'd take this detente, and a bottle of fizzy soda from the fridge.

[okteiviakom]

"This one works fine," Octavia muttered, after a moment of quiet consideration.

No, she hadn't tasted anything else.

[my_own_advocate]

"If you're sure you've tasted enough," Lucifer said lightly.

[okteiviakom]

"Sure I have," Octavia replied mildly. It came off a little tired. Evasive, sure, but also like she was just trying to move on. "What was this one? The thyme?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Lemon thyme," Lucifer agreed. "Just tear some of it up and spread it out over the bowl."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did just so, quietly.

Up until she wasn't, anyway. She was sprinkling little bits of green all across the ganache and the fruit and the everything else, and said, suddenly but softly, "It deserves better, you know."

[my_own_advocate]

He'd been watching her work, and then...

"What does?" Lucifer asked, frowning.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia picked up the bowl again, and offered it to him as she looked up at him.

"Every living thing."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took the bowl.

"I suppose it won't reassure you at all if I tell you they grow these herbs in bulk, will it?"

[okteiviakom]

"They still grew."

That was a 'no', then.

[my_own_advocate]

"And if we weren't eating them, either something else would, or they would wither away in place eventually."

He scooped up a bite.

"... I can set up a space for an indoor herb garden for you at the mansion, if you'd prefer."

[okteiviakom]

"I already have my own thing, thanks," Octavia replied blandly, with a faint frown. "And the point was waste, Lucifer."

Oh, yeah, that was what the frown was for. Confusion.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, we can't exactly walk back to the Rouge every time we need an herb," Lucifer pointed out. "Or Turtle and Canary."

[okteiviakom]

"Okay, but what was the point in all that 'if we didn't eat it something else would' stuff?" Octavia returned. "Because I was talking about the things you have in your fridge apparently just in case."