Lidelle invites Satan to a private tea party. She's made mint tea, scones, and macarons in hopes of impressing her older brother figure. Despite enjoying all she's made, Satan comments on why she invited him alone. Requested by a tumblr anon!

Sibling Tea Party

Lidelle had been planning it for weeks. She made sure every little detail was perfect. The linen tablecloth was washed and ironed, and the plates were spotless, each cleaned with utmost care. Decorating the table was a clear vase filled with blue tulips and hydrangeas, which Ms. Accord said would be wonderful for a tea party. On a sterling silver plate in the center of the table were handmade scones and macarons filled with cream and jelly. As she gripped the handle of the steaming teapot with fidgeting, sleeved hands, Lidelle broke into a smile as her guest arrived in a flash of dark magic.

"A-ah! Welcome! I'm so glad you're here." She bowed her head.

Satan hummed, rather surprised with the setup. He hadn't expected such elegant preparations from a young teenager. Compared to his rambunctious group of friends, Lidelle's sweetness almost threw him off as he approached her.

"Well, with such a kind card…" He reached into his sleeve and slid out a neatly colored invitation decorated with glitter and stickers. "...how could I refuse?"

Her cheeks faintly colored. She hoped he didn't think she was too juvenile. She worried she had overdone it with the sparkling pink glitter glued onto the front cover of the invitation she sent him.

Satan pulled out a wooden chair and flicked his attention to the gazebo they sat underneath. It was something that would fit right in with his world. The wooden exterior and rose vines lacing through the slats made for a quaint tea party spot. The added floral aroma wafting in from gentle breeze made him sigh, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable in his chair.

"Oh! H-how rude of me. Um, l-let me pour you some tea." She sprung to her feet, her chair clattering and nearly toppling down behind her. She leaned over the small table, carefully aiming the spout at his cup. Holding her breath, she poured the tea and didn't spill a single drop, instantly comforting her trepidation.

Satan hummed. "Thank you. The color is quite nice. What kind of tea is this?"

"Peppermint. It's one of my favorites to make." She filled her cup as well and set the teacup on a rather large coaster. Inhaling the minty scent, she sighed. "I hope you like it, too."

"I'm more of a black tea demon myself, but this kind is certainly second best." He looped his pointed finger around the spout and raised the cup to his mouth.

Lidelle fidgeted with her sleeves. She hoped his comment wasn't a subtle jab at her selection. Having made sure the mint leaves were flavorful and the water hot enough, she wanted to ensure his delight at their private tea party.

His eyes widened at the taste. The savory mint tea rolled down his throat with ease, and he found himself marveling at her brewing skills. Skeleton-T would have loved tasting such a delectable tea, but the arrogant side of him wanted to savor it all for himself.

"It's quite good. Well done," he remarked and set his cup back on its coaster.

"R-really? I'm-I'm so glad! Here! Let me give you some more!" Lidelle bounced back to her feet, her chair tumbling behind her, but she didn't care. His appreciation left her giddy heart pounding in her chest as she poured a second cup for him.

Plucking a scarlet macaron, he asked, "So, why invite me alone? Aren't you close with Draco as well?"

Slowly setting the teapot back onto the coaster, she shuffled back to pick up her chair. She mulled over his question, scratching her neck underneath the curious gaze of his pale crimson eyes. Sitting down, she crossed her ankles and fiddled with the hem of her shirt underneath the table.

"Well, um, I wanted to, well, spend some time with you." She scolded herself for stammering out such a flimsy response and glanced at the grassy field surrounding them.

"Because you still assume we're related," he replied through a mouthful of sugar and jelly.

She bowed her head once more, his words cutting through her resolve. She knew he would probably see through her game, but instead of rebuking her like last time, he simply swallowed and leaned forward.

"For starters, I am a demon. If anything…" He pointed at her ears. "...I'd say you're closer to an imp." To his bewilderment, she covered her ears. "Ah, you shouldn't be embarrassed of your heritage. Embrace it. It makes us far more unique among humans."

Easy for you to say, she thought, her cheeks flushing. "Um, it's just...a little harder…"

As she trailed off and fixed a few stray hairs back into her bun, Satan finished a second macaron. Considering his time in Primp Town, he hadn't met anyone else like Lidelle. Certainly there were elves and monsters, but he hadn't met another imp. Despite them being plentiful on his planet and in the underworld, they were scarce in Primp.

"You should be proud of who you are even if they're aren't many imps around. There's no need to hide them," he said, patting his own horns.

She bit her lower lip as her hands moved back to her buns. She didn't have any reason to hide her horns around him, but wariness still plagued her. Lidelle feared rejection most of all, and her appearance left her more uncertain than ever.

Huffing, Satan leaned forward and pinched the nearly hidden barrettes keeping her buns intact. He lightly tugged them out, letting Lidelle's hair frame her face and roll past her shoulders. Her hands shot to her head, but instead of covering them, she let Satan look at her comparably smaller horns.

"They're fine," he said, chomping down on a vanilla scone. "Also, you're a great baker. Everything you've made today has been nothing but incredible. What is it that you kids say these days?" He tapped his chin and leaned back before snapping his fingers. "Ah, that's it! You're valid."

"I-I am?" She beamed, a surge of confidence flowing through her.

"That's what I said, kiddo."

She grinned from ear to ear as Satan sipped his tea. Offering some more, she scooted closer to her brother and poured as he began recollecting a Puyo tournament he had at his castle. Asking if they could have a Puyo battle after their tea party, she beamed as he smiled down at her and agreed.