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Lucifer's mansion, Wednesday night

Duke did not have a pineapple this time. Or flowers, for that matter, though he did bring a very nice bottle of wine for Lucifer, which he left in the kitchen for him to find.

Before wandering off through the rest of the mansion, getting more of a feel for the lay of the land, so to speak, and thinking about how to get his brain to accept the place as partially his as well as Lucifer's.

His boyfriend would be happy to hear it didn't involve netting. It . . . might involve an overabundance of plants that were inappropriate to the outside climate. And possibly multiple water features.

Duke didn't tend to do things by halves any more than Lucifer did, okay? He just . . . went about it slightly differently.

When it was time for Date Night to actually begin, though, he made sure to find his way back towards the kitchen. It wouldn't do to be late, after all.

[for him!]

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Right? And if it was private, there was no need for pesky swim suits or anything!

“Right? I’m almost surprised. That basement is practically begging for one.”

Lucifer shrugged. "I did have this mansion decorated while I was in my 'depression chique' phase," he pointed out.

It had been perfect for lounging around feeling sorry for himself in.

"That explains all the lounging spaces," Duke said with a nod. "Which, by the way, I kind of wish I had remembered in my depression phase."

Which he was still taking baby steps away from, yes, but shhhhhhhh.

"To be fair, I do feel the boat has several natural lounging spaces, whereas the remaining rooms aren't quite conducive to it," Lucifer mused. "But yes, I could have helped you with your depression floor plan."

“I’ll remember for next time.”

He was desperately hoping there wouldn’t be a next time.

"If it turns out to be necessary," Lucifer added. "I would prefer it doesn't."

"Yeeeah. Me too." And yet he was terrified that it would come back at any moment. Since he wasn't entirely sure how it had suddenly gone -- other than just. Not being full of troubles anymore.

And how much could he count on that staying true?

". . . Anyway. We need a nicer topic."

"Or a drink," Lucifer teased, "Or dinner, or a spot in one of my nice lounging areas..."

"Or all of the above," Duke suggested. "Drinks and dinner in a nice lounging spot, where we talk about something that isn't depression."

Lucifer chuckled. "Fair enough," he said. "So... what's for dinner?"

"Orange and maple glazed salmon with wild rice and a roasted root-vegetable salad," Duke said. "And some very nice wine I picked up to go with it."

He was even going to drink some of that wine himself! Not a lot -- he was trying not to dive back to the bottom of a bottle now that he had energy again -- but a glass, certainly.

"Oh my," Lucifer said, his eyes lighting up. He slid an arm around Duke's waist, and tugged the man into the living room. "That sounds excellent."

"I thought you'd approve," Duke said. "Everything needs a few more minutes in the oven, and then we can eat."

"And we'll eat on the couch, just to be decadent," Lucifer agreed, smiling. "And you can talk to me about... whatever you like. Wine? Food? Diner?"

". . . Turning the backyard into a sunken grotto so the basement pool gets natural light?" Duke suggested.

You meant "do major reconstruction on part of my house" when you said Duke should treat this place like his own, right, Luce?

There was only one partner in this relationship who had any sense of proportion and it wasn't either of them, so...

"The backyard is mostly useless lawn now," Lucifer allowed. "Though we should probably take care to ensure no one climbing the peaks gets a peek at Octavia's peaks."

Duke nodded thoughtfully.

"Really big plants," he suggested. "Nice and green and not at all bunker-like!"

"Ooooh," Lucifer said, brightening. "We can hire a landscaper!"

(Not the one from Pick Your Poison, please.)

"We are going to hire so many people for this," Duke agreed. "I might even actually have to use your credit card."

This was well outside of Duke's usual budget, yeah.

"It's yours, of course," Lucifer said, tugging Duke towards the couch. "Please use it. And order us some drinks with it if you're doing so anyway."

"Absolutely. What's an indoor pool without thematically appropriate drinks, after all?"

The timer in the kitchen went off, and Duke grinned.

"Make yourself comfy. I'll be right back with dinner!"

And he sauntered for the kitchen.

Lucifer laughed, delighted by... all of this.

"As you wish," he called back, and walked to the couch, to artfully recline.

He had time; Duke got a little fussy with the presentation of the meal before arranging the two plates on a tray, complete with silverware and wine glasses. The bottle itself ended up tucked under one arm as he carried it all back to the living room.

“Here we are! A gorgeous meal for two gorgeous men.”

Lucifer looked up, and his face lit up.

Delighted, indeed.

"Oh, now you're just spoiling me."

"That is kind of the point of Date Night, right?" Duke asked, setting the tray onto the coffee table and opening the wine. "Besides, you spoiled the hell out of me last week."

In many creative ways.

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