my_own_advocate | Samsara, Sunday Evening

It wasn't a great idea to keep sticking to old traditions to the letter, Lucifer and Octavia had found last weekend. And so Lucifer had suggested something else for this Sunday night.

Samsara.

It was a place where she felt safe. And it could-- go somewhere else, for a nice change of scenery. "Should we take her to the back of the preserve? Or head further along the coast?" Lucifer asked, as he hopped aboard, basket of food in hand.

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my_own_advocate

"Just cutting that one off at the pass," Lucifer teased.

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okteiviakom

"Oh be honest," Octavia rasped, "you're terrified for your vibes."

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my_own_advocate

"My vibes are fine, thank you," Lucifer sniffed.

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okteiviakom

"If you say so."

Apparently she could still engage in some very light brat-like behavior.

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my_own_advocate

"How dare you call my vibes into question," Lucifer sniffed.

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okteiviakom

"It's very easy," Octavia told him, nuzzling his shoulder a little.

Almost impish, if in a subdued way.

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my_own_advocate

"You just delight in this mockery," Lucifer muttered, but he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

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okteiviakom

"I just delight in you," Octavia retorted, whether it made any sense or not. "Mockery included. Deal with it."

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my_own_advocate

"Oh, spin it into something sweet, why don't you," Lucifer sighed, giving her a gentle headbutt.

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okteiviakom

Octavia just snickered.

Soft, and entirely unrepentant.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer sighed loudly. "Well, I'm going to take this abuse as a sign it's time for me to cook."

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okteiviakom

"That was my evil plan all along," Octavia decided.

It had not been, but hey. Might as well claim it.

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my_own_advocate

"Terrible woman," Lucifer said, getting up out of his seat.

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okteiviakom

Octavia let him, though her hand trailed down his arm as he did.

"Yeah, yeah," she rasped. "You love it."

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my_own_advocate

"Unfortunately, yes," Lucifer said, but his hand caught hers on the way down and gave it a squeeze.

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okteiviakom

"This is not the unfortunate part," Octavia told him, giving his hand a little squeeze back.

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my_own_advocate

"Brat," Lucifer said fondly.

He let her hand slip out of his, and walked down into the heart of Samsara.

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okteiviakom

Octavia figured she would follow, maybe in a moment or two. But sometimes it was nice to just watch him go.

Especially when it was him seeming at home on her boat.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer paid no heed to whether she was following behind. The meal he'd brought was, he felt, fairly simple. Just some fish and pineapple and a few other fruits on top of a bed of noodles...

It would be good, though.

He took the noodles and the water kettle he'd brought, and got it hooked up.

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okteiviakom

It was always good.

Eventually, and quietly, Octavia made her way in and slid onto a chair to just... watch him.

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my_own_advocate

Her... kitchen... if you could even call it that, didn't offer much in terms of ways to prepare anything. So he'd flambéd the salmon ahead of time, and while the noodles sat in the hot water-with-spices, Lucifer cut it carefully into thin slices.

He took two plates and divided the salmon across them. Then out came the pineapple, which he cut carefully into petal-shapes. Strawberries into small slices.

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okteiviakom

It was not much of a kitchen, no. But he was working around it.

Beautifully.

(Or maybe Octavia was just really smitten.)

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my_own_advocate

And just like that, all the components were ready. Lucifer made a little bed of noodles on each plate, and then layered salmon, pineapple and strawberry on it piece by piece, constructing a flower of a sorts.

The finishing touch was a little bag of edible flowers in lilacs and yellows. He placed those on top in a circle, giving the whole dish the appearance of a wreath.

He turned around and held out one plate for you. "Your dinner, darling."