Re-l, who was buried in a cupboard looking for a big enough pot to boil pasta, moved so quickly that the back of her head cracked against the door, and she swore viciously. She leaned out the door and looked sharply at Gabriel, though he probably couldn't tell.

"Your brother stabbed you? Why? What were you doing? How serious was it? can angels even be hurt?"

The questions poured out of her, but she didn't stay still to hear the answers. There was food to make. The pot went on the little stove, filled with water, and while she waited for it boil Re-l chopped tomatoes and basil. It was something Vincent had made for her once, and it was relatively simple. Even she should be able to manage it.