[For Horatio, mostly, but anyone who wants to may stop by and talk to him.]
*oh, now this is a rare day indeed -- Meta's happy, happier than he has been in a very long time, because for once almost nothing is going wrong*
*seated at the kitchen table, stirring sugar into his tea and concentrating on his vow not to eat anything sweet (for Lent, of course), because Gluttony is a sin, no matter that it's Beelzebub's sin, it's a sin* *he is also, as angels are wont to do, looking very much like the sort of person who would be delighted to talk to you, because he would be, because he is an angel, and that's rather circular, but it's also how it is*
*seated at the kitchen table, stirring sugar into his tea and concentrating on his vow not to eat anything sweet (for Lent, of course), because Gluttony is a sin, no matter that it's Beelzebub's sin, it's a sin* *he is also, as angels are wont to do, looking very much like the sort of person who would be delighted to talk to you, because he would be, because he is an angel, and that's rather circular, but it's also how it is*