He'd gotten both, and both were equally amusing. The Archangel grinned at her, mirth dancing in his eyes, as he accepted the bottle, and took a drink.
Gabriel would have liked to say something to Fletcher, but it was hard to know what to say without being dismissive of the boy's respect-worthy talent. "It's only because the nature of my existence is different to yours," he offered diplomatically at last. "I'm not bound to the same physical limitations, that's all."
Then, of course, he had to address Skul's point. "Of course it would," the Archangel agreed, and took another drink. Amazing, how much it helped the ache in his head. "But that doesn't mean He can't choose the exact slant of His humour. It just means the whole of His humour is more than He chooses to reveal."
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Gabriel would have liked to say something to Fletcher, but it was hard to know what to say without being dismissive of the boy's respect-worthy talent. "It's only because the nature of my existence is different to yours," he offered diplomatically at last. "I'm not bound to the same physical limitations, that's all."
Then, of course, he had to address Skul's point. "Of course it would," the Archangel agreed, and took another drink. Amazing, how much it helped the ache in his head. "But that doesn't mean He can't choose the exact slant of His humour. It just means the whole of His humour is more than He chooses to reveal."