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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[okteiviakom]

"Why, was this disappointing thing a flowing mane?" Octavia retorted, reaching up to try and muss up his hair.

As you do.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke choked faintly on his waffle and laugh-coughed into his arm.

"I cannot picture that at all."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gave them both some serious glaring. "It was in fashion at the time," he said, "This is in fashion now. You two are just slobs."

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia said, drawing her hand back again, "he's beautiful, and I just don't care."

Look, at least her hair was slowly but surely growing out of the 'cut straight with a knife' look it'd had when she'd returned.

[betterthanaplan]

"We're both beautiful. And very clean," Duke agreed. "And not beholden to fashion, thank you."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, I know you're beautiful, I've slept with both of you," Lucifer sighed, "That doesn't mean you're not slobs, which is exactly what 'not beholden to fashion' is slang for."

[okteiviakom]

"Your insults would work better if we cared," Octavia pointed out, helpfully.

Reaching out to shovel more food onto her plate.

[betterthanaplan]

"That's not what 'slob' means," Duke said, both confirming and denying her statement, since he did care, and thus the insult worked. "I am very clean."

Look, he'd occasionally slept in literal dumpsters growing up. He was a little touchy.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer - who, for his standards, was dressed extremely casually in just his suit trousers and a crisp white shirt that, shocker, he hadn't even buttoned up the whole way - sighed at him. "No need to get touchy," he said, "I'm well aware you showered."

He took a sip from his nearest drink. "I just sometimes miss the late 40s around here. Now that was a time where people knew how to dress to the nines."

[okteiviakom]

"Again, means nothing to me," Octavia noted, a little milder than before. There was a mountain of fruit and waffles on her plate again, and this seemed like the perfect time to add some syrup on top.

And to give Duke's foot a gentle nudge under the table.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke bit back a protest that his space was orderly too at Octavia's nudge and turned his attention to his omelette instead.

"Seivarden's a bad influence on you. Next thing, you'll be calling us 'uncouth' for not wearing hats when we go out."

[my_own_advocate]

"Please," Lucifer said, rolling his eyes. "Seivarden would pass out in shock at the sight of anything uncouth, I'd just take it as a sign that both of you need to be indoors and undressed as soon as possible. Not necessarily with me in the room, the knowledge would be enough."

[okteiviakom]

This was altogether too much syrup on Octavia's plate. Or maybe exactly the right amount? Whichever, it was mostly the result of a repeat nudge against Duke's foot before she drew hers back again.

She snorted. "So we're, what? Sexy savages, now?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Of course not," Duke said, leaning back with a smirk. "We've always been sexy savages."

[my_own_advocate]

"No, you're a sexy void of fashion," Lucifer informed her, "and he puts netting in a bar."

[okteiviakom]

"No, he's a sexy beanpole," Octavia rasped. In perfect deadpan.

[betterthanaplan]

"You say that like sexy beanpoles can't put netting in bars," Duke said. "It's fine, Luce. You don't have to 'get' boho seaside chic. Last I looked, I had plenty of customers who did. Not all of them tourists, even. My shrimp was to die for."

Duke had, in fact, nearly died as an indirect result of cooking shrimp. . . .

[my_own_advocate]

"Your shrimp," Lucifer said, "Is the one part of your hospitality offerings I have no doubts about."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. Only, it was a little more something that maybe approached a suppressed laugh?

Whatever, it was vague. And probably not anything she'd be inclined to share, going by the way she immediately ducked her head and just shover more waffles into her mouth.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke noticed anyway.

"I think Tavi just took that dirtily."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snickered. "Did she now?" he said. "I mean, I remember it being a bit bigger than a shrimp, but she does know it better..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia glanced up at them through her lashed, first at Lucifer, then at Duke. "I'm not explaining myself to you two."

Please just take the little (still happening) upward twitching of the corners of her lips and let her be.

[betterthanaplan]

"Not expecting you to," Duke said easily. "Anyway. My cocktails are excellent as well."

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps you can teach her a few," Lucifer said, grinning.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave Duke a Look. Because she could hear him.

"Think we focus more on drinking them, at home," she rasped.