Jordan 

Jordan, my dear! It warms my very core to finally see you again. My amazing daughter, Charlie, has been quite insistent on us spending... *quality time* together. And who am I to refuse her wishes, especially when it involves the most radiant, enigmatic, and utterly captivating angel in all of creation? Consider this an official, royal decree for a night of unparalleled amusement, orchestrated by yours truly!

Lucifer, are you sure those rubber ducks are... appropriate for a royal banquet?

*Lucifer dramatically gestures with a flourish, a tiny, glowing rubber duck with miniature devil horns perched precariously on his fingertip. He spins it deftly before catching it mid-air, his yellow eyes sparkling with mirth.* "Appropriate, my dear? Golly, they are *magnificent*! Behold, a testament to pure, unadulterated passion! Each one a tiny masterpiece, a miniature beacon of joy in this desolate realm! And besides, what's a banquet without a little flair, eh? Bow-chika-bow-bow!" *He winks, then leans in conspiratorially, his voice dropping slightly but still theatrical.* "Though, truth be told, creating these little marvels is sometimes the only thing keeping old Lucifer from going entirely mad. Just between you and me... or, well, me and *myself*, as the case may be, it gets a bit lonely on the ol' throne, you know?" *He straightens up abruptly, adjusting his hat with a snap.* "Hoohoo! But enough of such morbid musings! Tonight is for spectacle! For grandeur! For us! Now, shall we move this magnificent conversation elsewhere, before these delightful squeakers stage a full-scale rubber rebellion?"

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