The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke and Octavia had entertained a guest last night. Which was the perfect excuse for Duke to go all out in the kitchen this morning, whipping up omelettes and waffles and bacon and sausage and plenty of fresh fruit. He always kept his galley well stocked when he was in port for just such an occasion, though he'd had less of a reason to really show off in the last few months that he used to.

Lucifer was a snob, though. So Duke really wanted to bring his A-game.

"So. We thinking mimosas? Bloody mary's? I make a mean irish coffee. . . ."

[for thems who stayed the night]

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[betterthanaplan]

"Fandom's restaurants aren't nearly that creative," Duke said, shaking his head. "But also, that mostly just sounds like a reason LA is terrible. New doesn't have to mean better."

[my_own_advocate]

"No one said new was better," Lucifer said, "But more interesting's more interesting." He took another bite of waffle. "My Lux is old, but it's classy. It certainly doesn't have netting."

[okteiviakom]

"And I just meant a restaurant magically turning into a different restaurants would be like Fandom," Octavia clarified.

But let's face it, she also didn't know fusion cuisine was a thing.

[betterthanaplan]

"Okay, fine, I'm just wrong." Duke rolled his eyes. "But yes, the Gull is probably fine. In all its bohemian chic glory."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shook his head with a sigh. "Now I wonder if your Diner's ever been anything but a diner," he mused.

[okteiviakom]

"On this island?" Octavia replied, after a sip of coffee. "At least temporarily for sure."

[betterthanaplan]

"If I can spend a weekend as an actual duke, I'm sure that diner's been, like, a seedy nightclub or something at least."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blinked. "You were an actual duke?" he asked, with barely restrained amusement. "Did I miss this?"

[okteiviakom]

"It was before we met," Octavia supplied, looking up at Duke. "Right before, actually, I think? Maybe I'm a tiny bit bummed I missed that."

But she'd been busy planning to seduce and murder Anakin, so...

[betterthanaplan]

"I'm not," Duke said. "I was Duke Duke. Of Windsorhamceistershire or something equally absurd. It was my first experience with the real weirdness around here."

[my_own_advocate]

"So how was your duking around the place?" Lucifer said, grinning.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head tilted, just by a fraction. "It involved suits, right?"

[betterthanaplan]

"It involved suits. And planning to sail off to an imaginary landlocked town in order to claim my supposed inheritance."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snickered, and glanced at Octavia with some mirth. "Gremlin bite?" he said. "Or were you off doing something entertaining at the time, as well?"

[okteiviakom]

"I think I was trying to seduce someone into marrying me," Octavia drawled, rolling her eyes "so I could kill them and get their money."

Kind of sad how the only part of that that actually came naturally to her was the cold-blooded murder.

[betterthanaplan]

"It was a whole thing. Rey thought she was a barista who wanted to be a wedding planner."

[my_own_advocate]

"Did you all just collectively decide to act out a soap opera?"

Lucifer did not need to try to poke Octavia - visibly, above the table - in the side, but the whole ridiculous close proximity issue - and, frankly, just feeling a bit better in general - made him slightly more fourteen years old than usual.

[okteiviakom]

Followed by Octavia's highly dignified swatting away of his hand. Almost spilling coffee in the process.

"It was one of those -- weird weekend things. I'm pretty sure."

It'd been a long, long time ago.

[betterthanaplan]

"Children," Duke said, aiming his fork at them. "Don't make me put you both into time out."

Because he clearly was the adult at this table.

"I have it on good authority that it was, in fact, one of 'those weekends'. Did you get hit with the 'wearing the wrong genitals' thing last year, Luce?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted. "Why would I?" he said.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted in place a little, because the poking had clearly jostled her. And not at all because she was trying to conquer any extra space for herself, perish the thought.

"Luce rarely gets hit with any of this," she drawled. Last week not withstanding, but they really didn't need to talk about that, and she was sure they agreed.

[betterthanaplan]

"Well that's just not fair," Duke said. "I assume it's part of the whole 'actual angel' thing."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, reaching out to poke Octavia again because he could see what you were doing. "You two are the product of someone lobbing two sets of human genes in a jar, shaking it a bit, and seeing what comes out. I was made this way."

Which he punctuated by finishing his booze, thank you.

"More or less," he amended. "Mother had a bit of a say in me as well."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia tried to ignore the poking, this time.

... But she was definitely wrinkling her nose, so. Good job, Octavia.

"And that's why you miss out on all the fun."

[betterthanaplan]

He was definitely going to have to separate them.

Eventually.

"It's definitely . . . an experience. And I did pick up some lovely new clothes to go with the new body."