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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[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, well, I'm not the one who insisted on the whole 'being up, enjoying a full hotel breakfast spread' thing," Lucifer said. He was refusing to scoot further, damn it all. "Though I can't object to it too much."

He was reaching for that coffee, yes. "Have I mentioned recently that you are wasted on the bloody diner?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had conquered enough space that she wasn't hanging half off the end of the bench, so she could probably live with this. Probably.

"The diner's a good place," she said, reaching for the waffles. "But yeah, this should've been a bed thing."

[betterthanaplan]

"No one's handed me a fancier restaurant," Duke said. And paused. "Well, not down here anyway."

And he'd turned the fancy one up in Haven into a bar.

"Next time. Though if you guys stay in bed, I don't get your sparkling company while I cook."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, well, that sounds more like a you problem," Lucifer said, smirking. "Besides, you don't get to use that excuse, you've probably got netting all over the fancy one you did get."

He reached for the bacon.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia just snorted.

Bit busy adding pieces of fruit onto her waffles, here.

[betterthanaplan]

"Look, I was on a budget, okay? It's . . . tasteful netting. And maybe some tie-dye."

Lucifer would absolutely hate it.

[my_own_advocate]

"There's no such thing as tasteful netting, you nautical fetishist," Lucifer sighed. "I'd go over there and hire you an interior decorator if I didn't think someone would wind up trying to throw me in jail or something."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes. "It's his restaurant, he decides what's... tasteful," said a woman who had no idea how that would apply to netting.

But it was better than letting this conversation slide toward any more talk of jail in Haven.

[betterthanaplan]

"Bar," Duke said. "It's my bar. That people sometimes eat at." He shrugged. "You know, assuming it hasn't gone under while I've been down here."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sure you can always smuggle some liquor back in and get it started again if it is," Lucifer told him, amused. "How many bars does a place like Haven even have?"

[okteiviakom]

... This was still a little too much talk of Haven.

But Octavia was stuffing her face with waffles and fruit, now, so at least it wasn't obvious she thought that.

[betterthanaplan]

Okay, but that just meant the Haven talk would keep going. Ask for what you need, Octavia.

"Let's see." Duke counted on his fingers. "Rusty Bucket, which is the quaintest little dive bar you've ever seen. Shiny Scupper's for people who like to pretend if it's classy that means they're not alcoholics. And the Grey Gull, that one's mine. It's the party bar. There's probably a couple others, but those are the big ones."

[my_own_advocate]

"Then going out of business is hardly something you should worry about," Lucifer said, "Since the rest somehow manages to sound even more dreadful."

Booze? Booze. He took some booze.

"Now in LA, we'd blink and your bar was suddenly a gourmet Mexican-Korean fusion place."

[okteiviakom]

Look, making it known she didn't enjoy Haven talk right now would have brought everyone's mood down! It was clearly better to just wait it out.

And, look! It was already working!

Enough that she actually looked up, reaching for her coffee. "Now that just sounds like a Fandom thing."

[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.