JGoB's, Sunday Noon

[my_own_advocate]

Well, Lucifer was back after a week of useless roadtripping, and literally everything surrounding that boat in port was once again complicated and terrifying confusing. Had there ever been a better excuse to escape said drama zone and order up a ridiculous spread of pastries and cakes at Jeff, God of Biscuit's? Lucifer didn't think so.

(He was not at all compensating for his inability to stress-screw strangers by indulging in other stress-vices, perish the thought.)

Anyway, the table he'd sat down on was quickly covered in powdered sugar. As well as flakey, doughy deliciousness.

And he was going to dump a ton of honey on half of them just to make sure they were up to snuff.

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[crimson_sister]

"You do have a sweet tooth, don't you?"

Lucille was mostly here to buy some biscuits, containing a less excessive amount of sugar.

[my_own_advocate]

"I enjoy anything that tastes good," Lucifer said, smirking merrily at her. "It seems unsporting to discriminate between flavors."

[crimson_sister]

"To excess?" Lucille asked, smiling.

[my_own_advocate]

"'Excess' is relative," Lucifer said, grinning. "I just see it as enjoying myself." He looked at what she was buying, and added, "Just biscuits? Really?"

[crimson_sister]

"I have been told the ones I make myself are inedible," Lucille replied. "You think I am not enjoying myself properly?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you going to get deep enjoyment out of those biscuits?" Lucifer said, nodding at them. "Because you may be the first in all of history."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille looked at the biscuits, still smiling. "You need a measure of bitterness not to be eaten yourself. Lemon biscuits, ones with chili."

[my_own_advocate]

"But a bit of sugar on the side wouldn't hurt," Lucifer said.

[crimson_sister]

"Should I trust the Devil about that?" Lucille asked, amused. "I suppose I should, shouldn't I?"

It was more about trusting the Devil than the sugar. The idea was appealing.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, it's hardly going to damn your soul to Hell, is it?" Lucifer said.

[crimson_sister]

"True. And since you have already assured me I won't be, what would you suggest I have?" Lucille said.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer glanced at the counter. "What are your feelings on chocolate?"

[crimson_sister]

"The sweet one or the dark and bitter kind?" Lucille asked.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly. "Why do I have a feeling you prefer the second kind?"

[crimson_sister]

"Why do I have a feeling you prefer the first?" Lucille countered, amused. "I feel that sweetness often lacks truth, but I will trust your judgement."

She ordered a creamy chocolate cake. The idea of trusting the Devil was so amusing.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I like a good mixture," Lucifer said, grinning. "They do have a good dark chocolate eclair as well, if you're worried about having to wash away the sugar."

[crimson_sister]

"I am ready to experiment," she said, then added a cup of tea to her order. "May I join you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course," Lucifer said, pulling back a few pastries to make room for her.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille placed her plate and her cup on the table, in the now free spot, and took a seat.

"So, how are you?" she asked, mostly out of politeness.

[my_own_advocate]

"Much better now that I have this spread," Lucifer said, smirking. Which wasn't technically a lie! "And yourself?"

[crimson_sister]

"Oh, I am doing quite well," Lucille replied, digging her spoon into the chocolate cake. "I wouldn't mind playing the piano at Devil's Nest some time again."

She figured it was acceptable to say that bluntly.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I should be back there this Tuesday," Lucifer assured her. "Entirely myself and at the correct age."

[crimson_sister]

"The younger you was quite stubbornly possessive of the piano," Lucille replied, amused. "Perfectly reasonable. I have practiced a few new pieces though that might be suitable."

They were not.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah, yes, well," Lucifer said, and left the discussion of younger you there, not to be touched, thank you. "Are they in line with what you played last time?"

Tiny was going to have a coronary.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille, who wasn't particularly interested in Lucifer's younger self anyway, said: "Mostly, yes. I find it hard to play something that is not to my taste. Don't you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, quite the same, though my tastes are quite broad," Lucifer said, "as we just discussed."

[crimson_sister]

"And you consider my narrow?" Lucille asked after a sip of her tea.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, you're the one who just said you were going to play something similar to last time," Lucifer said, picking up his hot chocolate.

[crimson_sister]

"Narrow or not, some kind of music is closer to my heart," she said.

In the way that it made her feel protected.

"It might speak what needs to be said, so playing something else might be... like superficial conversation. Not that it is anything wrong with that in the right circumstance."

[my_own_advocate]

"I never said it was a bad thing either," Lucifer pointed out, amused. "Either of those things. Though I think Tiny might appreciate a dubstep remix of whatever you did last time more."

[crimson_sister]

"...dubstep remix?"

Then:

"Do you care about Tiny's opinion?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sipped his hot chocolate. "Oh, no," he said.

[crimson_sister]

"So should I?" Lucille asked.

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't know, do you?" Lucifer asked, amused by this now, and reached for another pastry.

[crimson_sister]

"Not if I don't have to," Lucille said. "What is dubstep?"

[my_own_advocate]

"It's electronic music with a very low bass," Lucifer said, "Fans are obsessed with 'dropping the bass'. It does dreadful things to music, but it can be quite fun when you're on a roll."

[crimson_sister]

"It sounds terrible," Lucille said. "And not suitable for the piano. But I am sure there is plenty of time to play it when I'm not there."

She added: Although I am prepared to listen to form my own opinion, of course."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'll just advise you bring something to imbibe if you're going to try dubstep," Lucifer said gravely.

[crimson_sister]

"Not tea, I take it," she said after a sip.

"I do plan to get a music player of some kind, so perhas I should be adventurous."

[my_own_advocate]

"You should," Lucifer said, smirking. "The last hundred years hasn't been all dubstep, I assure you."

[crimson_sister]

"I plan to get some kind of music player for the flower shop. A piano would take up too much space anyway, and it would give me the opportunity to listen to music I wouldn't be able to play."