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Námo enters the bar, child in his arms, and pauses as his robes -- and Gabriel's breeches and tunic -- are replaced.
He looks at his son, then at himself.
"The angel last year was far more tolerable," he mumbles while Gabriel screeches his delight.
The two cows go and sit at a table and are brought cookies and milk by a chittering rat. Námo frowns at the rat, but Gabriel's obvious enjoyment erases the sour look on his face.
He looks at his son, then at himself.
"The angel last year was far more tolerable," he mumbles while Gabriel screeches his delight.
The two cows go and sit at a table and are brought cookies and milk by a chittering rat. Námo frowns at the rat, but Gabriel's obvious enjoyment erases the sour look on his face.