Ghastly's face blanked as he looked at Rafe. "The kind of angel who thinks it's somehow better to wear clothes he got from a dumpster that traveled through time, obviously. Gabe, I might have to delay your hat."

"I was wondering when you were going to say something," said Erskine with a large grin. "I thought I was going to have to say something for you. But now that someone's brought it up, what is it with angels and clothes? You'd think there had to be some form of subtlety somewhere."

"I don't know," Ghastly shook his head. "But I'm fixing it now. Merlin got a nice star-spangled robe. Is there anything in particular you'd like, Raphael? A certain colour? A certain image? I recommend white suits."

He didn't often recommend white suits. Even magic could only go so far in keeping clothes looking clean. But for angels, he was sure it would be more than sufficient. In fact, he was already wondering how the suits would look on a glorified angel. He was even starting to wonder what Heaven might look like filled with white-suited angels.

"We got booze!" Fletcher announced as he popped into view alongside Rover and three brown paper bags. "Rover wanted to buy out the whole store. Can I get credit for stopping him?"