"...I don't see- oh! Wait here, Charlie." Perhaps she recognized him, but he certainly didn't recognize the girl. But there was a vague recollection by appearance alone: He'd seen his fair share of goetia, and this one looked like just shy of a kiddo. They hadn't been thoroughly raked over the coals of their weird foibles just yet.

That he knew of, anyway.

Lucifer set the tea pot down and quickly stood, as was polite when a lady entered the room. But he crossed the stretch of grass between them.

"Of course! Couldn't miss this appointment for the world. But now, we've really got ourselves a party!" He stopped at Octavia's side and looped an arm with hers. The other swept ahead of them in a wordless 'after you', and he would walk alongside to guide her to the blanket to join them.

"Sit wherever you like. I'll handle the pour. Ever had tarte tatin?"