betterthanaplan | The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday afternoon

As tempting as it was to just stay in their little vacation bubble at sea, Duke and Octavia did have things to do back in Fandom now that the school break was over, so the Cape Rouge chugged back into port in the late afternoon to dock at her usual slip.

It was immediately beset by porgs.

"Alright, alright," Duke said, a laugh underlining the exaggerated annoyed tone of his voice. "I know, I know, how dare I exile you from your homes. I'm a cruel, cruel man."

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my_own_advocate

Octavia had told him they were coming back today, and sadly, Monday turned out to be a bit too late notice for the kind of culinary plans Lucifer had cooked up. Still, this didn't stop him from strolling past the docks sometime in the afternoon out of idle curiosity (and, well, let's be real, boredom; it was still Fandom island, after all).

"Well," he called up at the ship, figuring that at least one of them had to still be aboard. "Our wayward pirates have returned!"

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betterthanaplan

"Lucifer!" Duke greeted. "Hang on, I saved you a can of beans."

Someone had ~~handwavily~~ heard all about Lucifer's opinion of his cooking, yes.

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my_own_advocate

"Aw, you shouldn't have," Lucifer said, grin broad. "No, really, you shouldn't."

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betterthanaplan

"Well, I can always whip up a discount tuna burger." No really, he'd heard all about Lucifer's comments on his cooking. Lucifer was lucky Duke didn't have a can of sardines on him to dramatically eat in front of him. "But the beans are really the stars of the show."

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my_own_advocate

Normal people might have made some kind of sheepish apology at this point. Not so much Lucifer, who wore his cheerful snobbery on his sleeve so openly that Duke really shouldn't have been surprised.

"If I was that hungry, I would have left the island hours ago, darling," he said sunnily. "But welcome back to a place you won't have to punch anyone in the next twelve hours."

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betterthanaplan

Well sure! But Duke was the sort who drank $300/bottle bourbon. At Lucifer's club. He had taste!

. . . And admittedly sometimes ended up living on canned beans or fish jerky if he was at sea long enough.

"I don't know, man, this is Fandom. We might get attacked by something." He didn't expect to, but he also hadn't expected to fight off animated action figures while in Haven for a few days. "It is nice to be somewhere I can walk around without getting stared at, though."

Edited Date: 2020-03-09 05:01 pm (UTC)

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my_own_advocate

'Having taste' and 'being a Michelin-level chef' were two vastly different things. But admittedly Lucifer's snobbery was largely pinging off the whole 'small-town diner' thing, and less on Duke himself.

"I think you might be the most normal thing on this island, actually," he mused, walking along the side of the ship.

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betterthanaplan

"That's depressing," Duke said, shaking his head. "You want to come aboard? I promise not to force any fish on you."

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my_own_advocate

"Much obliged," Lucifer called, already on his way up.

Were the barbs just flying past him, or was he ignoring them? Who knew. "You have to fill me in on the details of your trip that aren't punching-adjacent."

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betterthanaplan

Duke just assumed Lucifer was ignoring them. He was the Devil, after all, obnoxiously ignoring things seemed right up his alley.

"Made front page news just by landing, got glared at for daring to go to a restaurant in my own hometown," Duke said. "Made friends with an old lady who helped bust Octavia out of jail. Pretty standard 'going home to visit' stuff, really."

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my_own_advocate

"I do hate small towns," Lucifer said, moving up onto the deck. "How's Octavia's right hook?"

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betterthanaplan

"A thing of beauty," Duke said, brightening just thinking about it. "It really is too bad it was so wasted on Nathan."

Lucifer may or may not remember that Nathan was the name of Duke's police officer ex.

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my_own_advocate

Hey now, he wasn't that oblivious!

... okay, he was entirely that oblivious. But not always about people he liked. Definitely not about people he liked who had told him things he had happily projected all over.

"Oh, really?" Lucifer said, smirking. "She neglected to mention that part."

The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday afternoon

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