14033/Little Slice of Ordinary Pie

Little Slice of Ordinary Pie
Date of Scene:	23 December 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Just a dinner and discussion between Lucifer and Sinister
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
Finger obtaining aside, the week has been fairly nice and quiet-like. The tailor that Nathaniel had over was a pleasant surprise and for the better part of their days the pair have worked and come back to each other - like any normal couple would. Of course some of their work is not that of what normal couples do, but this is aside from the point.

Hopefully Nathaniel's been out doing things that scientists do when they need to study something. That would leave Lucifer to be able to cook up a nice dinner for the man - but as a surprise. After all, Nathaniel's been a bit stressed lately trying to answer all the after-questions from these rifts they found and closed so he wants to do something special for the man. A full roast dinner, with roast beef, roasted potatoes, carrots, yorkshire pudding, gravy - the works really. The meat is currently resting while the puddings go in the oven and the penthouse is full of the scents of cookery.

Sinister has posed:
Doctor Essex had a finger to put through the mass spectrometer and do isotope readings from, then to feed data into his machinery to plumb the depths of his vast spiderweb of agency, to find the little cluster that his rogue agent had been from. Which batch he grew out of. Which cluster of clones need to be terminated. That kind of jazz. Sometimes, the data just does not feed as fast as one might like it to do, but such are the constraints of things that are not one's own mind.

And then, to make things easier on this evening and the application of a surprise dinner, he'd gone to some exclusive shops and boutiques afterwards, to arrange some things. More of that, later.

And sometimes, even though you can travel in luxury, or by will, or by other means, flying is still refreshing, particularly when cold isn't something that ever really bothers you. The sound of footfalls landing on the roof are audible, clipped heels an then the roof access opening, admitting a brief gush of wintery gust and more footfalls from above. There's a pause in that crisp rapport in the stairwell. "My my, something smells positively mouthwatering -- Bully beef and yorkshires?" The voice carries on in, stepping swift so as not to lose the heat.

Lucifer has posed:
"And all the trimmings that go with it. Yes." Lucifer offers as he hears Nathaniel entering the Penthouse. That rush of cold air swirls through but is soon replaced by the warmth given from the oven, stove, and fire in the fireplace. Coming out of the kitchen to meet the man, he offers that grin of his before titling his head. "And you seemed to have bought out a store..or two.." Joking, of course, but he does reach out a hand while asking, "Can I help you with any of those?"

The oven dings just then however, and Lucifer is tasked to go back to the kitchen and check on the puddings. "Did you have an eventful day?" Asking this while getting the rest of dinner all put together and on plates with wine to pair at least with dinner. Dessert is still up in the air as he hasn't decided what he wants to serve for such.

Sinister has posed:
"You wouldn't believe the lengths I had to go to, to get some of these. I have the sample working through my machines now, so there wasn't any point in trying to make time go faster. It will take as long as it does, but that process is ongoing now. So, I thought I'd influence things I actually can control and ended up on Fifth avenue and a few other places, buying out the holiday season..." Most of the bags are gourmet items; expensive mulled wine spices, small batch christmas treats of the kind that aren't mass produced, a few other small things like ACTUAL spun glass decor, all of which would actually fit in a single small box for the rest of the year -- things made of antlers, horns, evergreen and ivy, for the longest night, not the co-opted festival that followed hot on its heels to attempt to homogenize the religion of the world.

"I also found a place that does micro-dairy cheeses and truffle oils, all of which I'm sure could have been sourced through Lux, but I thought I'd surprise you. We apparently shared a braincell on that one." He smiles his own crooked smile and surrenders those things that require chilling. "There are german ginger bisquits and rum cornish ice-cream. That's the stuff made with clotted cream by the by and there should be a health warning that accompanies it: May be more addictive than crack cocaine."

Lucifer has posed:
"So this is all just proof that we should never let you go down Fifth Avenue by yourself again eh?" Lucifer jokes, a twinkle of that mirth in his eyes. He does take the items that need to be chilled and sets them where they properly should go. "Ice cream made from clotted cream? That will surely be a treat. Is it really that addicting?" Clearly, it's something the man has likely never tried before. In all of his years on Earth there are still things one can surprise the Devil with. How bizzare is that?

"Also, time is time, and it will do as it will. I do hope the results come in quick enough and we can finally put all of that behind us and prepare for the new. After all, there are plenty of dastardly deeds to plot and evil doings to untwine. I think I've been doing too good lately... need to do something a bit on the sinful side to balance myself out a bit..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister laughs heartily at the tease. "Quite probably. I don't seem to know self-control when I've got an idea. After all, it has been a long time and for you, I don't know that you've ever been festive for the holiday season, for your own sake. I might have gone a bit overboard." -- again we'll note, all the decorations he DID get could fit in a shoebox and the box the black tree came in. So, overboard is relative. "And yes. Cornish ice-cream is a thing vastly underestimated and rarely exported, because the world would suffer for the lack of supply to the demand. You'll see."

Helping out with the setting down and setting out of items, he performs adequately enough, until a kiss and embrace is the just reward of action. "Oh, do you have some plans to foment, my dear Lucifer? Colour me intrigued. There's a good many that could do with finding their inner sinner and looking it hard in the mirror, that's certain."

Lucifer has posed:
"I mean... the Christians stole it from the Pagans to begin with. So I more celebrate it in the spirit of Yule and not...." Lucifer waves a hand and then chuckles. "Not to mention, and this is some fun trivia for you, the dates are wrong. Christ was born in the middle of spring...and died just before his 33rd birthday. So...really...this holiday was a total usurp and that was just because Christians couldn't stand the idea of other religions celebrating anything other than what they believe in." He pauses. "Sorry. Ranting. I'll stop. I'm sure whatever decorations you got will be fine."

Then there's setting the table and settling down to eat, but he's captured by that kiss, and then wraps his arms around Sinister's form. "Oh goodness that feels amazing." A pause. "Now, shall we eat before the food gets cold?" Then, as he sits, he adds.."No real plans per se. Maybe just prowl the city, maybe hit up a few cathedrals. Just stir up a little chaos. Mayhem. That sort of thing."

Sinister has posed:
"Aaaaah, the merry acts of shoulder sitting and whispering in people's ears. Temptation. I can get with that program. After all, you pulled a fantastic trick on everyone by letting them come to the conclusion that you don't, in fact, exist." Sinister releases, smiles, settles down at the table for the marvel of the spread. "Now unfortunately, I am having visions of you merrily making this meal wearing a santa hat and a french maid's costume. I do NOT know why." He admits with a laugh, beginning the process of pouring wine, raising toast in silence for the cook, the praise all in the gesture.

"THe rant though? That is precisely why I celebrate yule and not christmas. They stole easter off the germanic nations. Why else would we have an easter hare that lays eggs? It's Eostre and her sky lover, having a tryst in the spring time. All to try and explain why a lagomorph makes a ground nest like a grouse." He chuckles. "I bought holly, ivy and mistletoe decorations and a tiny Krampus carved of antler." And he gestures at the spread "...and we can celebrate that the days will get longer, summer will return and a community, in our case just the two of us... can make sure we give the greatest gift a life form can give to another; food and warmth to make sure we survive to next year. It's a little less jolly when you look at the root of it, I think. A hell of a lot more pragmatic though."

Lucifer has posed:
"Well. It might not be this meal precisely...but if you want to see me in a french maid outfit and Santa hat...just be a good boy for a few more days and you might get your wish." Lucifer offers with a wink as he delves into eating a few bites. "But yes. Putting the whisper of temptation out there again... see what I can reel in. It should be beautiful."

He listens as Nathaniel confirms why he celebrates Yule also. Then the wine is poured and glasses are lifted in a toast. "Hear, hear. All of that, with you. I see nothing wrong with this."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister clinks the glass against Lucifer's, waggles his eyebrows twice at the potential promise, then sips, lipsmacks and tucks in. All the magic in creation cannot really compare to something done out of love, as clean plates, second helpings and the occasional sound of bucolic pleasure can attest. Such things are not wasted either; a lack of a need for food, does not mean that it isn't put to use in the most efficient of energy conversion. He practically glows in the aftermath of the meal, simply sitting back with a smile and a hand on his belly for a long while in digestive contentment.

"I might watch you in action a time or two. It's quite enlightening watching a pro do their thing. I've had some interesting moments myself, but less of them of late. I think the last great discussion I had was with Storm. She couldn't actually argue my logic. But I've been quite content to avoid direct conflict with notable mutants lately. I'm just keeping an eye on one potential magic-mutation individual. I am -definitely- going to have to see if I can't get a sample of that one."

Lucifer has posed:
Dinner is enjoyed by the both of them, but what Lucifer really truly enjoys is seeing his lover pleased in so many ways. Even by the little things. A breakfast, a dinner, gifts, discussions... there's no need for big treasures when the simple things will do. That is a blessing in itself.

"I would love to have you come along. To bask in what I do and see just how I work in so many angles." He offers this with a grin. "Direct conflict is never fun, but a few whispered words of temptation, of drawing people in. Well..." He shrugs and then shifts to stand and moves to clear their plates from the table. "Shall we work on decorating then or are you in need to rest a little after filling yourself?" A pause, a glance to the freezer. "Or perhaps dessert is next in line?"

Sinister has posed:
There is a smile for -this- also. Permissions given to lurk and observe. "Dessert can wait. There's nothing quite like cornish ice-cream indulged in." Can we say innuendo? We can? Awesome. IN-N U END-O! Sinister gives a glorious smile, slips off the stool to assist. They have a dishwasher, but this is a love language, helping to clean up after the effort was put in to produce this. There should be no protest, there never has been. It is simply done and leftovers put away for a random roast beef crispy baguette in the middle of the day. Or, and yes this sounds nuts, a leftover yorkshire with some custard and jam. Don't knock it until you try it.

"It's almost the season for it, we should put the tree up tonight, I think. By the piano? So that the lights reflect on the window and wierd passers by or people with very good eyesight can ponder a yule tree in Lux?" he grins. "Never thought that a black tree would work, but honestly, it's stellar."

Lucifer has posed:
"It really is a magnificent tree. I do not know why I never knew you could get one in black trimmed with siler. I would have likely, maybe, gotten one like that every year." Lucifer offers. "The staff have decorated Lux, but that sort of comes standard with the season. It's...nice..to have someone to do a little something more personal with the penthouse." This much more added as they finish putting everything away, cleaning up after dinner. "I think by the piano is a good place for it... little off center, by the window...and we'll trim it up nicely."

Sinister has posed:
"Aah, but that's the beauty of this one. It's a fake tree. We do not need to get a new one each year and watch it die," grinning, Nathaniel silences the world for a moment of stolen time, brooking no interference from anyone at all, to share how he feels with the one he feels for. Then, with a private smile, german ginger cookies and more wine, cognac, almagnac, peppermint schnapps and whiskey to come... a black tree is set where it must be, white lights festooned and quiet pleasure taken in finding the right spot for each silver snowflake, each tiny glass icicle and each red holly berry cluster. It illuminates with the glow of silver white, precisely as it should.

Ice-cream requires no bowls when you enjoy it in flagrante delecto. Just sayin'.