"Oh, you'll know," Gabe said cheerfully. "Rafe likes advertising. He says it's funny when no one believes him." He tilted his head. "'Course, then there's always those few who do and never leave him alone, and he has to start delegatin'. That's funny for the rest of us."

Of course they could create one, Skul. But that would defeat the purpose of experiencing it for themselves the proper way.

The Archangel followed Skul's gaze and laughed. "No problem. I figure we can offer something after comin' in mostly unannounced like this." He reached out as if dipping a non-existent tea-bag into Skul's cup, and the deep brown of tea-leaf colouring billowed out from the centre of the unmoving surface. "How strong d'you like your tea?"