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]

She knew him so well.

"We could maybe do a little bit of, uh. Experimenting."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached for a waffle, because the word 'experimenting' had been spoken and now he was too amused and intrigued to disturb them.

[okteiviakom]

"Experimenting," Octavia echoed.

Still faintly amused, if you knew how to listen for it.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke heard it alright.

"What, you don't want to experiment?"

[my_own_advocate]

You know, these waffles were pretty good, Lucifer reflected, even when they'd already cooled a bit.

[okteiviakom]

"Depends on the experiment."

She was so clever.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke laughed. "And now we're making the Devil uncomfortable."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, no," Lucifer said, mirth in his voice, "I just don't want to interrupt whatever this is."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "Confusing innuendo isn't going to make him uncomfortable," she drawled. "If we started loudly talking about our love for each other, though..."

[betterthanaplan]

"Confusing? Oh come on. My innuendo game's better than that, right?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Not as good as your shrimp," Lucifer said, and picked up his drink with an amused swish.

[okteiviakom]

"And I've been out of the innuendo game for seven years," Octavia pointed out. "I need clear, entry level innuendo."