"Mocha..." Lindsey couldn't even bring himself to finish the name of the drink. "That isn't coffee!"
Finally sitting up, Lindsey was just about to go into the kitchen to see if he could help, make himself useful, when he saw Gabriel was coming back out with the plates. Shrugging, he settled back in the couch he nearly vacated.
"This smells good," he said as he looked down at the large breakfast. An archangel... cooked? for him? There was a part of him that was still very much confused and surprised by that.
"I'll take the coffee black, thanks. It's not coffee if you add all the rest to it."
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Finally sitting up, Lindsey was just about to go into the kitchen to see if he could help, make himself useful, when he saw Gabriel was coming back out with the plates. Shrugging, he settled back in the couch he nearly vacated.
"This smells good," he said as he looked down at the large breakfast. An archangel... cooked? for him? There was a part of him that was still very much confused and surprised by that.
"I'll take the coffee black, thanks. It's not coffee if you add all the rest to it."