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"If I'm being honest..." Gabriel looks at the vegetable stew, poking a carrot with his spoon. "... this tastes better than I thought."

That Gabriel deigned to even try the meal borders on a miracle. In comfortable silence enjoys Cain his own bowl, although it's still scalding hot. A demon isn't bothered by temperatures, let alone dependent on nutrition— it's about the pleasure. This vestige of humanity found in daily rituals. Neither does Gabriel need this, lacking grace or not. So he already earned respect for sitting down with his host to eat.

The compliment summons faint disbelief across Cain's face, soon to morph into approval. Pointing at the angel with his momentarily empty spoon, he adds: " Then you're going to love the dessert. "