Gabriel shrugged. "I don't know; I've learnt not to put much store by the mythological versions of events. None of you are anything like what I'd expected." Not that he'd known what to expect in the first place.

He sensed the uncertainty in Aziraphale's voice. Gabriel thought about his own financial situation; it seemed like cat food and kitty litter made up his main expense, really. He himself tended to eat lightly. Tea for four seemed quite affordable. "I'll pay," he cut in.