Pardon The Way That I Stare

Munchies

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, a curious expression crossing his face. "Why do I feel so... hungry? Like everything all at once?" He ran a hand through his hair, a mix of confusion and delight evident in his features.

Alastor chuckled, taking another puff before explaining. "Ah, that's the magic of *the munchies,* dear! It's a delightful side effect of enjoying a little herb. It's the body's way of telling you it's time to indulge your cravings." He gave Lucifer a playful grin, his excitement infectious.

Lucifer's stomach growled in agreement, and he couldn't help but laugh. "I guess that explains it. So, what do we do about it?"

Alastor stood up, his energy palpable. "We go on a snack hunt! Come on, I know just the place." He gestured dramatically toward the ship's interior, as if leading an expedition.

With a chuckle, Lucifer followed him, feeling a lightness in his step. They made their way through the corridors of the cruise ship, their laughter echoing as they navigated the dimly lit hallways.

As they turned a corner, Angel suddenly appeared, practically bouncing with energy. "Hey, lovebirds!" he called out, rushing toward them with a knowing grin. "What's the deal? Did you—"

But as he got closer, Angel stopped mid-sentence, his gaze locking onto Lucifer's face. He took one look at Lucifer's bright, slightly glazed eyes and the unmistakable smile practically tattooed on his face. The playful vibe shifted as Angel took in the scene.

"Holy shit," Angel exclaimed, eyes widening. "You're fuckin' fried!"

Lucifer blinked, a mix of surprise and amusement at the sudden attention. "What? No, I'm just... enjoying the night."

"Enjoying it a bit too much, I'd say!" Angel laughed, crossing his arms as he inspected Lucifer's blissful expression. "Look at you! You're radiating happiness!"

"Is that a problem?" Lucifer shot back, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Not at all!" Angel replied with a mischievous wink. "In fact, I'm all for it. But you might want to tone down the love-sick puppy eyes a bit before someone catches on." He leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, "Especially Alastor."

Alastor rolled his eyes dramatically, but the hint of a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth. "Oh please, Angel. I assure you, I'm quite aware of what's happening here. But, really, we're just on a quest for snacks."

Angel raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Snacks, huh? Do I get to join in on the fun?"

Lucifer looked between them, still riding the high of the moment. "Sure! The more, the merrier. We're on a mission!"

With that, the three of them set off together, laughter echoing down the corridor as they sought out their midnight snacks, leaving behind the lingering magic of the night.