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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

It was Tuesday, and the Devil was done sleeping off the weekend. It had been an inspiring one, especially near the end, as one could tell by the music flowing from his piano right now.

Well, maybe it had been that, and 'googling how to make anaemic pop palatable'.

Either way, you could kind of tell what he was playing if you squinted.

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"You know, where babies come from," Lucifer said... Sort of patiently. "When a man and a woman love each other very much, or they're terribly drunk, they do a naked dance and his sperm gets in her egg, that sort of thing?"

"Oh," Seivarden said. "Yes, of course. But you'd have to deactivate your contraceptive implants for that. Or you can use a tank, or have an operation so you can carry a pregnancy. Or hire someone to do it. Like in most places."

Options seemed very limited on Earth.

"You can hire someone to do it," Lucifer allowed, "and some women certainly get implants, but otherwise, no. Not here."

"Just the women?" Seivarden asked, then added: "Actually, I'm not sure I need to know anyway. I'm just not going to ask any questions about wedding orders in the future, or how people have their children."

She grinned. "No need to make things unnecessarily complicated."

"Human men have decided that babies are women's problems, unfortunately," Lucifer answered, because he couldn't resist that one, "and tend to abdicate all responsibility bar occasionally throwing their formerly disposable income at them."

He took a sip. "Just keep that implant of yours working and you have nothing to worry about."

"It's not like I could deactivate it even if I wanted to."

Said just a little bit wistfully. Having children here on Earth wouldn't be her choice, but neither would never having them be.

"I'd need a proper medic for that."

Yeah, that tone was odd. "Do you actually want to have one of those terrible little distractions? All they do is poop, wee, and scream all day and all night."

"That's not all they do. And at some point, yes," Seivarden said, thinking of the very unlikely to happen children thad had showed up.

"Not all of us hate them."

"I will never understand why any of you voluntarily sign up for this racket," Lucifer said, shaking his head.

"I've noticed," Seivarden said, half smiling.

She emptied her glass and ordered a refill.

"Anyway, it's not going to happen here."

"Good," Lucifer said. "Four years with the Detective's spawn has been quite enough for me."

"She has a child?" Seivarden asked.

"Yes, a small crafty thing called Trixie," Lucifer said.

"You don't get along? That's always complicated."

Of course, the 'trying to kill you' was more complicated, but Seivarden knew better than to mention that.

"She is a lazy, loud money sponge," Lucifer said, "But she's clever enough I have to admit to a grudging respect for her. The way she outfoxes her father at every turn..."

Dammit, Seivarden, you were not going to make him sad about Trixie.

Seivarden actually tried to hide that smirk. "So you like her? The exception to the rule?"

If Seivarden had a point, Lucifer was ignoring it. "She once blackmailed Dan into giving her chocolate cake for a whole year," he said fondly.

"Sounds like a clever kid," Seivarden said, still trying to hide that smirk. "Unless Dan is really stupid. Did you encourage her?"

"I try to give her some guiding advice every now and again," Lucifer said. "Before her terminally rule-conscious parents stifle her ambitions."

"Oh? Like what?"

Not smirking.

"Like life's too short, and if she wants something she should just go for it," Lucifer said.

Dan had had a heart attack after he'd found out about that one - and how enthusiastically Trixie had taken to it.

"I'm guessing a smart child would like that advice," Seivarden said. "What about her parents?"

"What about them?" Lucifer said, side-eyeing Seivarden.

How did that factor into the whole discussion about how Trixie Espinosa as the most tolerable intolerable small person he'd ever met?

"What's their opinion of your guiding advice?"

They had to have one.

"Who cares?" Lucifer asked.

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