Apparently not. Gabriel hadn't stopped walking into the temple as he spoke, and now the only reaction to his companion's words was the slightest hitch of surprise in his footsteps. Well, fine. He'd just have to take greater measures.

Like talking. About nothing.

"I'm pretty sure the Workers would object to the mess," he said innocently, strolling up to the altar beside the man and dropping the box on its top. "They're so damned uptight, you'd think someone inserted something when each of them woke up." The box got flipped open and the cake revealed, complete with napkin and utensils. Hey, an angel's gotta adapt when he can't just snap things up or away.