Chilly Boulder, Saturday Noon

[my_own_advocate]

It was a grey and boring sort of day, and for once, Lucifer had no quick escapes to the city planned - though his car was waiting out in the parking lot in case he changed his mind. Instead, he was stuck on the island. He'd spent the morning alone in his home, which had made him sad in a way that made him deeply uncomfortable, and--

Well. He'd had his fill of the extreme shakes for now.

"Hello," he said, sweeping into Chilly Boulder's with a grin and a wink for the lady behind the counter. "I'll have a Ben Skywalker, please."

Copious amounts of ice cream would surely fix everything.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had mostly come in to see if they had flies for a topping yet as she kept suggesting. Look, sometimes you just had cravings, okay? And that was literally one of the least troublesome things she could have been asking for. And after explaining that no, raisins were not just 'pretty much the same', Brenda, she decided to just go with chocolate sprinkles on her cone.

And then she could turn her attention to...that.

You'd think, as long as she'd been around here, she'd have seen a Ben Skywalker in action at least once, but noooooope.

"Yeah," she noted, "you've got to be some sort of supernatural to be eating the way you do and still looking like that. Because--and, you know, forgive the expression," she really couldn't help herself, "but--good God."

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I'm not going to forgive the expression," Lucifer said, toting the massive bowl of ice cream towards a table. "It's in terribly poor taste, the way you lot keep dragging Him into things He has no business ruining."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Or, you know, it was a joke," Summer countered, "but okay. Should I have gone with something about it being sinful instead? Talk about cliche."

But she was totally sizing up the amount of ice cream there again.

"Bad day?" she guessed.

[my_own_advocate]

Sorry, Summer, but you were talking to Mr. Actually Invented Daddy Issues, here.

"So are the Dad jokes," Lucifer said, through a grin that wasn't entirely pleasant. "Cliche, I mean. And no. I'm simply making the best of my vacation."

Bad few months, more like.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, go tell it to Zeus.

Summer shrugged, as if it wasn't her fault the material had just gotten so stale over the last few centuries. The dad jokes she could at least relate to.

"Obviously," she noted. "You think you'll finish all that?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm looking forward to finding out," Lucifer said, sitting down at a table. He looked over at her, and-- "That's all you're eating? We're at an ice cream parlor."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I just wanted a snack," said Summer. "And I'm also standard issue human with a tendency for stuff like this to go straight to my thighs. Also, I don't want to completely hate myself afterwards."

And, also also, the continued lack of flies, but that was a whole thing.

So, yeah, just this."

[my_own_advocate]

"Why would you hate yourself after eating a perfectly good ice cream cone?" Lucifer asked, frowning. "Honestly, you're not going to get less attractive just by indulging every once and a while."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer smirked a little, wagging a finger at Lucifer like she could totally see what he was doing there, thank you.

"Now who's being cliche?" she asked. "And I won't hate myself after an ice cream cone, that's why I got one. I would, however, hate myself after something like that."

She (needlessly) waved a hand to indicate that monstrosity.

"I know my limits."

...sometimes.

When it came to food, anyway.

[that_oldsaying]

"Um, um," Alluka said, after a perusal of the selections that was at the same time incredibly serious and yet the outcome was already decided before she'd come inside. "All of your chocolate types, please! Yes, all of it!"

Nanika was less interested in the chocolate--though she was interested in that too--than in the fact that the man sitting and eating a bunch of ice cream was... curious.

[my_own_advocate]

"See, now that's the right way to do it," Lucifer called, in hopes that Summer was still somewhere to overhear him. (She probably wasn't.)

[that_oldsaying]

Alluka laughed as she got her all-the-chocolate and carted it over to a table.

"Is there a wrong way?" she wondered, making a second trip for napkins, before plopping down in her chair and surveying her bounty.

[my_own_advocate]

"People coming in here, ordering these tiny cones of ice cream," Lucifer sighed. "As if it's somehow less of an indulgence if you ration it."

[that_oldsaying]

"Oh."

She considered that as she decided which chocolate to start with.

"More for us, then!"

Alluka was a happy sort of soul.

[my_own_advocate]

... Well, this one reminded him painfully of Trixie all of a sudden.

"Yes," Lucifer said, grinning a grin that didn't reach his eyes, and immediately shoved a load of ice cream into his mouth.

[that_oldsaying]

Alluka hummed a little, picking out a brownie one to start with and having a bite of that.

A few spoonfuls of bliss later, she asked, "What's your favourite ice cream?"

[my_own_advocate]

Aw, no. Now the child was talking to him.

Lucifer swallowed another mouthful of ice cream. "Chocolate," he said grudgingly. "You have to respect the classics."

[okteiviakom]

Since Octavia had not disappeared into the preserve this weekend, she had some time to kill around town, and eventually that led her... here. It was not one of her typical pit stops, but, call it research for a scheme.

(Also she'd seen Purple Pants Barista through the window manning the counter at the Perk and had been in no mood to deal with him today.)

She also took one glance at Lucifer and his latest ridiculous order, and drawled, "Do you just hang out everywhere they sell sugar in dangerous quantities?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, it's the best fun you can get on this island at this time of day," Lucifer said, grinning pleasantly in her direction, mostly out of habit. "Good afternoon, by the way."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed to return the greeting as a tiny nod, if nothing else.

But also: "This is the best fun, really?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Have you seen this island?" Lucifer asked, frowning at her. "I mean, bar sex with the extremely attractive locals, what else is there to do?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged. "I just thought people who care about fun were supposed to be more imaginative than that."

Even with the very few times they'd spoken, it should probably not come as a surprise she didn't count herself among 'people who care about fun'.

[my_own_advocate]

"See, when you put it like that, 'fun' suddenly starts sounding like work," Lucifer sighed. "Which would be the antithesis."

[okteiviakom]

Another shrug, and an unapologetic one at that. "I've been told I do that."

A person like her didn't get to be fairly close with Shunsui Kyōraku and not manage to catch a few implications of something similar.

[my_own_advocate]

"The whole point is that you do whatever you feel like doing," Lucifer added. Smirked. "You should try it. You're attractive enough, most people would probably let you get away with it."