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Lucifer remember little Raphael begging for this every week. He wonders how long it’s been since his sister allowed themself comfort food. Layers of pasta and butter and cheese and cream later, he’s filling a heavy bowl for them.
Raphael’s distracted when he gives it to them, doesn’t realize what it is until they’ve brought laden-down fork to their mouth and he watches them melt around that old mac and cheese recipe. Simple thing, but it makes all the difference.
Raphael devours the whole bowl and half of another, and Lucifer’s heart flips giddily watching them lounge back, completely full.