Casifer and "Did you remember to set the timer?"
(Once again, sorry this is taking me forever)
"Did you remember to set the timer?" Lucifer flips a page of the magazine he reads, his feet propped up on the Bunker’s kitchen table.
Well, not really the Bunker’s kitchen. The version of the Bunker’s kitchen inside Castiel’s mind. The place where Cassy chooses to reside while Lucifer takes a spin in his meatsuit. He likes to come down here and check in on Castiel, make sure he’s nice and complacent with his situation, not thinking about trying to retake his vessel.
Lucifer is still having so much fun playing with it.
“I did,” Castiel says as he closes the oven, dusting his hands off on the ridiculous yellow apron. “I also reduced the temperature. Maybe that will prevent the burning.” Lucifer hums and nods. It doesn’t really matter if Castiel sets the timer or not, it’s not like he’s able to cook real food.
Still, it seems like the act of baking makes him feel better down here, when he’s not watching cartoons that is.
Not that Lucifer gives a shit. He doesn’t.
“Well, that’s good,” he says. “No one likes burnt pie.”