[She leaves that text as it is, smiling down at it and shaking her head at his audacity before resuming her work. Lucifer would find that she wouldn't be as timely as she usually was, an hour slipping by, and then a little more time after that. But it was only because she might've been out looking for something he might like. The nicest brand of Riverview's Scotch, for instance. But she's not going to tell him that. It's meant to be a nice little treat, after all.]
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