Michael had spent the morning in deep meditation, communing with the Presence, tapping into the sense of Joy that permeated it on this of all days.

After he reassumed his human guise, his stomach rumbled before he could even register the delicious smell of... something floating by.

He, grinning, followed his nose to the location. Oh, a party. A bright pastel party. With food.

He waved at his fellow angels before sneaking to the food, taking a piece of ham and a bit of potatoes. "Heeeey! Who made this stuff?"

Aziraphael looked a bit nervous as he waved at him.

"Wow, Nerd, you're a really good cook!" Michael exclaimed, taking a lot more and piling his plate. "I mean, really really! This is all awesome!"