"I assume they had a lot of people and a few years to get things moving," Gabriel answered the man's musings first, his voice muffled because he had his head on the counter. "Which makes you wonder just what they screwed so badly that they couldn't fix it." He raised his head a moment later, blinking and pressing a hand to his face, but his gaze wandered the room.

"You'd think they'd have kept the place automated," he said thoughtfully. "At least that way there'd be actual edibles to sell." Which wasn't entirely accurate, because his co-worker did know how to bake some weird little twisted kind of bread, but that was about all. A moment later the archangel added, "Oh, just peachy. I just learned new things. Like the fact there is actually a limit to how much sugar humans can eat."

He sounded more disgruntled over that fact than anything else. Cut down on his sugar intake; what was his existence coming to?