"I think after that cake I'm going to have to work backwards," Gabriel said with a dramatic sigh. "Wedding cakes are all well and good, but they've got a different taste to them than danishes or pies. And cooking chocolate will only get you by for so long."

He stretched as they exited the bakery, hands in the air as if to celebrate freedom. "Ahhhh, this is better." Working nine-to-five, day after day, being expected to do it? Now that was Hell. No wonder so many humans went nuts. It certainly hadn't contributed to his feeling sick.

"I'd make a greed-trail out of it," he said, looking up at the colourful stones. "You know how it is; you put out rocks, or sweets, or birdseed depending on your quarry, and then they have to pick it all up because they want just one more. Only mine would be less obvious."