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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's kicking back in her suite, sipping a margarita and watching telenovelas. Just another relaxing night at home.

Or so she thinks.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"A squid," Puck sighs. Brightening somewhat, "Of course, she is a darling squid. Her name is Raspberry Squavelock Blodwen Beret, and I fear that soon she shall quite outgrow her bucket."

... Her name, now that he recalls, is what sparked Lucifer to mention Alanna in the first place.

"Though now that you mention your marital ties, mistress, a thing or two becomes clear to me."

[the_lioness]

"That's a lovely name," Alanna says with complete sincerity. "I find raspberries delicious."

Beat.

"Not your Raspberry, you understand. I've no stomach for sea creatures. I just like the name."

Augh.

"Oh?" The change of subject is a handy lifeline. "What sort of things?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck beams, until Alanna starts talking about the deliciousness of his infant daughter, at which point his expression becomes a good deal more suspicious.

But the question brings him back to his original point.

"Well," he replies, pleasantly, "it does quite explain why your dear father-in-law should have suggested you for Lilly-- or at the very least goes a ways towards explaining."

[the_lioness]

"Suggested me for Lilly."

The words are noticeably lacking the anger and frustration she exhibited earlier. Indeed, the mere inclusion of Lucifer into the equation explains a great deal. Alanna shifts her weight onto one leg, completely forgetting about Lilly and Tony and the margaritas.

Well, maybe not the margaritas.

"Why, I wonder, would he do that?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"He seemed to believe she was in need of companionship," Puck says, in all apparent sincerity. "And, of course, our marriage being a celibate one, I could hardly provide the answer to this difficulty all on my own."

[the_lioness]

"And I," Alanna drawls, "being happily married to his son and the mother of three, was deemed a suitable choice?"

Nodding, she snorts her amusement.

"This is because we made him a grandfather, isn't it? I knew that last conversation was too good to be believed."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs.

"I really should have no notion, I'm afraid. Three, did you say?" He looks a walrus who has just discovered an assortment of impressionable oysters. "How delightful. I wonder if they should like to meet ours?"

[the_lioness]

It's so unexpected that Alanna can't help smiling.

"Triplets," she beams. "And I imagine they would. They're older now, a year and a few months. I have a special interest in the twins, of course, as you went with my suggestions for their middle names."

Why not. This is all likely a delusion brought about by insanity, anyway.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"The twins are over a year now," Puck says with a grin, and looks almost startled by his own statement. "My. How time does fly."

When you're raising mortals.

Another bright smile. "We are most grateful to you for the names. No doubt they shall wear them well. And in the meantime, if our children should become acquainted, I imagine they should all come out the richer for it. It never is too early to begin making friends."

[the_lioness]

"Agreed. I'm all in favor of it."

The part of Alanna that still hasn't -- and probably won't, ever -- gotten over being a rock finally subdues the part going with the flow out of self-defense.

"I'm willing to overlook the rock incident, Puck," she says conversationally. "What with Lucifer's involvement and all. But you should know that turning people into bits of geologic matter without their consent is against the rules."

There. She did her job AND made a play date! Maybe now there can be margaritas. She's sorely in need of one.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck sighs, looking rather sheepish and not a little contrite.

"I do apologize, mistress," he says. "I expect I rather lost my head." A hopeful smile. "I assure you I shan't repeat the offense."

A beat.

"In the meantime, I've had nothing to drink since I arrived. With your permission ...?"

It's strange to think that Lucifer, drinks, and difficult births would be things you'd have in common with the guy who turned you into a rock to date his wife, but ... well.

Milliways.