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Lucifer	Like many times when Lucifer gets it in his head that Nathaniel is possibly upset with him, he goes miles into the stratosphere to make the man happy again. This is usually done with a simple selection of fried kips and jams at the ready but this time...Lucifer has done something else. He's not sure just how popular this particular British treat is for the Doctor, but it's a staple in Britian now and it still involves fried fish so... maybe? As it stands, there is a deep fryer on the go as the Devil makes beer battered fish and chips. All the things he could think of using as other sides and sauces are on the island counter. Malt vinegar, tartar sauce, cocktail sauce, he's made a wasabi mayo (with REAL wasabi, not that horseradish knockoff). So it likely smells good in the kitchen of the Penthouse, but will this be enough to lasso back the heart of the Doctor?
Sinister	Likely, he might be overthinking it again. Not that this is a complaint that will be voiced at the scent and the sight of chippy heaven and a good bit of haddock. Sin's been out all day, doing what Sinisters do, when they're out and about, liable to be talking to people, examining things and perhaps doing a couple of self-investigations. It's a pensive looking Englishman that enters, wearing black and sharp lines and blinking in surprise at the overview. "It's Monday isn't it? Not Friday?"
Lucifer	"It is Monday, yes. Not Friday. Why? Am I forgetting something?" Lucifer asks, glancing over to the sharply dressed and pressed doctor, giving him a smile. Haddock - yes - because it is a good fish to fry. Especially when coated in a nice and thin - but not too thin - beer batter. And chips to go with it. Lucifer also might be making mushy peas. This might be for himself if Nathaniel isn't keen on them. He had them once, and got hooked. It's weird thing. "How did your day fare, love?" Asking this as he pulls fish from the fryer and sets them on towels to drain the excess grease for a moment. There is parchment paper at the ready for the next bit though. You can't have fish and chips without the parchment.
Sinister	"Erm. Probably not. Fish on a Friday, it's an english thing, but you're awesome when it comes to a fish fry." Sinister sets a fancy courier case on the coffee table and ambles closer, looking over all of the things with an avian. Mushy peas are an aquired taste, but a good one -- except the ones that come in a can and are brown. But ho hum. These ones are the kind that are good, absolutely no doubt about that. "My day went well. I did a lot of listening, interviewed a couple of people. Collected several samples and apparently have created a vaccine for the common cold. I'm not going to share that though."
Lucifer	"I do like a fish fry. I probably could have shallow fried these, but I think they're better done in a deep fryer... which we don't break out too often." If at all really. Lucifer smiles as his lover becomes a hovering avian to see all the things. Yes, these mushy peas are the genuine thing, not from a can. Fresh from a bag and made to be all squishy and delicious when they are done. Which will be soon. "Sounds like an over all good day, yes." He offers this and then begins to set fish to parchment, which rests in one of those plastic bowl tray things. Chips laid aside - all crispy fluffy golden goodness - and then one basket is offered to the doctor. "Peas will be just a moment longer if you wish them." Offering this as he goes to focus on them now that all the frying is done.
Sinister	"I imagine that there's a little bit of biting the thumb with a fish fry and you, given the whole biblical thing. I can just picture you there, in the background with the miracle of the fishes and the loaves, going 'that is NOT how you fillet a halibut you idiot'..." Deadpan, the droll englishman clucks his tongue, immitating israeli accent. He selects a chip, tries a bit of home-made ketchup and makes a purr of appreciation, taking the basket and fish, once it's served, to oone of the breakfast bar chairs. "So..." another chip is dunked and munched "...why did you decide on a monday fishfry?"
Lucifer	"Oh if only... course... the way they tell the tale. It's like they want people to believe that the guy just...handed them a whole fish and a loaf of bread. Like that would keep them filled..." Lucifer offers this with an eyeroll and then shifts to serve up the mushy peas in little bowls, bringing them and his own basket to the breakfast bar. Watching as Nathaniel had enjoyed the homemade ketchup and then settles in a seat adjacent if not next to. "You seemed a mite bit upset the other night when we were discussing Azazel and Raphael came to visit. Almost like you disliked something. Was even upset by something. I wasn't sure if it was something I did or agreed to, or just a general notion of irritation. Usually, I fry fish and at least bring a smile to your face for a small amount of time. So. Fish fry. Bit more oomph this time because the weight of the topic was just as heavy."
Sinister	"I've always been slightly inclned to believe the fable from russia of Stone soup. Soup, from a stone! In the water it goes... boil boil... taste... needs a bit of salt..." A grin "...and so on and so on, until what was a stone in bubbling water becomes a tasty broth." Sinister rests his elbow on the counter, waggling a chip as he makes a point of that story. The explanation has him lowering the chip with a soft 'aaaah'. "Well, it wasn't you I was upset by. It was the situation, which I know is dire and you already believe that's the case, but imagine my perspective. At least Nick has angelic blood in the past and can speak the words that might give him an edge." Sin shrugs lightly, but smiles wry "...and I? I am not sure what purpose I serve, but that I need to have one. And to me, I can't imagine that Azazel will keep himself to himself for all that long, once he's got even with the one he feels slighted him. And mischief, possession and its ilk, I've dealt with a time or two."
Lucifer	"Nick may have angelic blood, but YOU have angelic DNA my dear. Don't forget that. Yes. The situation feels dire. And until I know a bit more, I don't know how to have you help. I did think about asking if you had some genius machine that could trap semi-corporeal vapor fumes in angelic size..." Lucifer offers this. "If it's going to come down to prodding him and poking him and pissing him off.... what better way to do that then entrap him. But not between rock. In a machine... and if I ward it well enough...I could put him in a room. A single room. Where he can't leave." Oh, Lucifer's been THINKING. "It's not that I -want- to either. He's forcing my hand. I hate that about all of this. Still... you have a purpose. It may not have shown itself yet...but I believe it will. And soon."
Sinister	"Well..." Sinister rhuminates on those words, chews them up and contemplates them with slow mental grinds. "Nick has the DNA also, it is just less direct. The difference, I think, is that the DNA I share, is of the rarer breed." Archangel versus angel, there's levels? Probably, even if they're the same genus of celestial. "The difference between a house cat, or for a little more danger, a bob-cat and a sabre tooth tiger. But I have no idea how to unlock the sabretooth, even if I could. I think it is just a tag-on to my genome now." But there is fish. A little tartar, a little lemon and he breaks a fillet, enjoying it with fingers. Because, some things are sacrosanct. "I do have to wonder, you know Luci. You feel forced to play a hand, but do you actually have to? You choose to. But why? I genuinely am curious here, given that you... know what celestial punishment is like."
Lucifer	Lucifer is silent for a moment, and still as well. Even while Nathaniel continues to partake in the meal prepared, the Devil just sits there mentally chewing over words spoken. "I wish I could tell you how to unlock the sabretooth. Maybe one day it will just happen. Sometimes that's how mutant powers have worked, yeah?" He says that much before pushing around his fish but not much more. "He's threatening our home, Nathaniel. Who knows what he's doing out there. Possessing never do wells and people with bad intentions? What if he gets bored of that? Or does it to an actual innocent? I have to do this because if I don't, something worse may happen. Sure I know what celestial punishment is like, and I know the fight that comes once you break out of it. But he's not listening. He's just doing. It's mine to deal with because I'm going to defend my home and my throne as needed."
Sinister	"Well..." Sin considers that, another fry and he gives another slice of haddock a contemplative thought, narrowing eyes on it, then looking up beneath his brows to his partner. "I'll put this one to you. Imagine me. Imagine this rugged and handsome form, entrapped for even just a century -- say by someone that knows how to make permanent forcefields. And they stick me in a vault say... at the very bottom of the undercity of New York, in the nearly collapsed tunnels. And then, they send someone to reinforce my prison, time after time." He dips his fish, nibbles the end off. "Would you expect me to just stop as soon as I got free, so you could tell me to get back in the bottle, or talk me out of getting my own back on who did it to me?"
Lucifer	Lucifer is about to answer right after the question is poised, but then he stops and thinks about it. Really thinks about it. "To be honest... I might actually see if you'd want me to join in... especially if it meant getting back at the ones who imprisoned us. You more than me..." He makes the links - slowly but sure. "Azazel more than myself. He just wants to get his own in after so long of being unable to. And why should I blame him? The same thing happened to me in the beginning. Everyone tried to make me go back. Giving me all this talk about...why I should. What my lack of presence was doing. Which was hardly anything..." "Azazel's imprisonment served no purpose but to keep him away so he wasn't anyone's problem...." There's a grin then. Not just any grin. Not even THE grin. This is something a little more dark, a little more sinister...but somehow also holding some charm to it. Like he could get away with anything. "Maybe I've been looking at this all wrong..."
Sinister	Nodding slowly, Sinister starts to crookedly smile, ending up with a single-sided dimple, somehow wicked. "That doesn't mean you don't try and talk him down, but maybe you deal him down... with a promise and a get out of jail free card from you, provided that he's doing... what -you- need him to do, or the ilk? He was your lieutennant after all. Once upon a time."     There's a pause in consideration of -that- too and a snort. His fish is finished in one bite. "Still think we should be planning for contingencies, but the approach might have to be lateral, rather than straight on."
Lucifer	"Yeah. That makes sense." Lucifer says and then looks up at Nathaniel. "You always are my voice of reason... in many different ways. What I would do without you in my life I have no idea and sometimes I wonder how the fuck I survived without you." He says this and then dives into his food. One fish down the hatch with a bit of tartar and lemon on it. "He was. So it's likely he'll reason better with dealing across the board and not down it."
Sinister	"Oh, you'd manage quite well. You did before, after all. But there'd be less interesting sideways thinking, for sure. And you'd miss my cologne and my pechant for not wearing hats often..." Sin winks, takes the drink served with the dinner and sips it with a sparkle in the eye. Lowering the glass, there IS an inquiry. "Is there much love lost between you and the Metatron, by the by? I'm curious. From ... well, as I said before, there's not many scrolls of the excized biblical books, so I've read what I could, when I could -- parable and fable have a knack of ingraining a glimmer of truth and sometimes, I find clues to certain anthopological trends in old writing."
Lucifer	Lucifer leans in just a bit to take in the scent of Sin a'la Haddock. It's an interesting combination. "I do think you'd look smark in a top hat... or perhaps a fedora... for a special outing and such." Commenting that much before he takes a few bites of those perfectly mushy peas, and washes it down with his own drink. There's a moment taken to consider the next question. "Honestly, I don't think so. But I've never had to really consider it. Which is why I'm willing to take the chance and meet with it." Which is really all he can say on the matter. "You're lucky to have access to some of those texts... think of what the world would become if everyone knew every single bit of information withheld from them..."
Sinister	"Oh, I -can- rock a hat. I just don't often." Brows bobble, but it doesn't seem like that's singularly literal as to what he means by it. Washing the last of his meal away with the wine, he slides off the stool then though, cracking his neck left and right. "I'm going to keep an ear in your ear during that, as I have a feeling it will be an important thing. But for -now-..." plates are whisked, WHISKED to the dishwasher, telekinesis taking care of all of this rather quickly. "...I need to properly thank and reward you for the unexpected fish fry. Even if some of the fishes in the dishes were ideas a'swimming. Come..." a crook of the finger and he heads toward the bedroom. It's been a while. Could take a bit.