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WHO: Lucifer and Crowley
WHAT: Brownie batter
WHEN: Last night
WHERE: Crowley's
RATING: TBD, but fairly lowish



In the grand scheme of things, inviting Lucifer over for cake and brownie batter wouldn't put an end to the world. Crowley surmised that the Lucifer here couldn't be so terrible as to give his only begotten son because he so hateth the world that he wished to destroy mankind. Right? Yes. Right. And so the demon who had once been known as Crawley¹ stood in the kitchen, wearing a pink apron over his otherwise black wardrobe, and cracked an egg into his mixing bowl.

He'd left the door unlocked because he and this world's Lucifer were on a level where tenuous trust was at least open and Lucifer was perfectly capable of entering on his own. Crowley's condo was less decorated than Lucifer's, but it was similar in cultural artifacts, and then there were the plants. The most green and luxurious in all of, well, most anywhere, save for the healthy and untouched parts of the rain forest.

Anyway, Crowley turned on his Kitchen Aid², half expecting Lucy to startle him. Well. He was ready. Maybe.

1. A dreadful name, to be sure. More of a title really. And he will thank you not to bring it up in polite conversation.
2. Crowley would deny it utterly, but he did enjoy cooking. It was therapeutic, you see, and Crowley was surprisingly good at it.