The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Sunday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had made it out to the diner this week, and then had been . . . let's call it "thoroughly exhausted" by Lucifer after. So he'd spent a couple days recovering, alternating between napping and puttering around his boat.

So he hadn't seen a certain piece of news until this morning.

There weren't many celebrity deaths that he felt much more than just sort of a vague sadness about, but this one hit a little close to home. So he was out on the deck this morning with a bottle of rum and his guitar, idly strumming along to a song on his phone.

[open for slow play. It may be tacky but bah. No small amount of my personal playlist for Duke is Buffett, m'kay?]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I can't say I understand the Buffett of it all," Lucifer said, "But I know his music meant a great deal to you. I suppose it makes sense to feel some loss."

[betterthanaplan]

“That’s how we know you haven’t gone full boat person. You don’t get Buffett.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted. "I think that's more a 'you' thing than a boat person thing, darling."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke bobbed his head in acknowledgement.

“Tavi likes one of his songs at least.”

[my_own_advocate]

"She does," Lucifer agreed. "It's an interesting break in her steady diet of grunge."

[betterthanaplan]

“That’s our Tavi. Dark and gritty with the occasional Ray of sunshine.”

Duke smiled a little.

“At least my man’s works live on, huh.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I'm sure we'll hear them on this boat for many years to come," Lucifer said wrily. "In all sorts of ports."

[betterthanaplan]

“Babe, you just missed a chance for a very silly reference.”

He was assuming that Lucifer didn’t know Jimmy Buffett well enough to set him up for a ‘one particular harbor’ joke.

[my_own_advocate]

"Did I?"