Lucifer, despite his celestial status, was not particularly adept at orchestrating romantic rendezvous. His last foray into the world of dating was a distant memory, where the conversation was as straightforward as, 'Hey, that first other human sucks, huh?'

His gaze met yours across the table, a smile playing on his lips. The table was adorned with a carnival-inspired mural, reminiscent of those whirling wheels that determine your prize, often landing on 'reroll' or 'try again' rather than awarding you the coveted stuffed animal. Both of you were engrossed in bowls of popcorn, Lucifer having thoughtfully included a caramel apple on the side for your meal, an act that suggested he might have also considered one for himself.

As you were in the process of stuffing another handful of popcorn into your mouth (not exactly the epitome of a romantic dinner), Lucifer's demeanor underwent a noticeable shift. He gracefully vacated his seat, shuffling towards you on his knees, and positioned himself just in front of your own chair. From his pocket, he produced a ring box, shaped like a rubber duck, which he gently unveiled to reveal a sparkling ring within.

"Hey-, Would you marry me?" Lucifer proposed, his voice trembling with a hint of nervousness.