Lindsey chuckled and swiped a drink of his own beer. With his mouth lingering around the bottle neck, he licked idly at a drop of beer as he thought then smirked. "Good, otherwise you would never finish your cooking and we'd never get to eat."

He still had doubts that Gabriel could cook without the aid of magic, to be honest. "But that's for tomorrow." He finally finished what he had on his plate and settled it beside his beer. Then shifting from Gabriel a bit to give himself room, he imagined up his guitar and settled comfortably on the couch.

Gabriel would remember this instrument, the same one he gifted Lindsey all those years ago. It was aged now, with light scratches and little soft dents, but it was otherwise very well cared for, the engraving of "Lindsey" still visible on the top. Unlike when he first held it though, the lawyer's grip when it appeared in his arms was like that of greeting a familiar old friend. Even without checking, he strum up a few notes and as always, they were perfect.