You didn’t like Lucifer too much and he didn’t like you too much. So what do you do? You decide to traumatize him by giving him a cooked balnut.

Lucifer stood there, tear pricks in the corner of his eyes as he looked at the cooked baby duck in the egg. He’d been standing there for the last 10 minutes crying about how fucked up this was, ”Whhyyyy…” he sobered.