This flavour will never catch on... (Tag to Yuri and Mughi)

[angel_awol]

Gabriel had never actually eaten rat. He'd tried a lot of weird stuff over the millennia but so far pecan ice-cream with whole rats in was a new one. Still, he'd try anything once. Twice if it had a high enough sugar content

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[luvlianjel_yuri]

Mughi could smell the ice cream. The guy with it smelled a bit like Castiel, which was good. Castiel gave him food, right? So someone that smelled like him would probably have some quality rat-infested ice cream.

//Mrow!// Mughi was very happy to see Gabriel.

"I'm coming, geez, keep your hair on." Having only two feet, and not being into rodent sweets, Yuri wasn't running.

Mughi was already sitting near the coffee table, staring.

"Subtle, cat," Yuri said. To the guy, "Hi there. Good to meet you in person. I'm Yuri. Mughi is pleased to meet you."

And your food.

[angel_awol]

As the rather mismatched pair arrived, Gabriel raised one hand in a mock salute and gestured them to take seats.

There was a keen, hungry look in the large cat's eyes, one that Gabriel found highly amusing. "I guess I'd be a bad host if I kept you waiting, right?" He said, leaning forward to take the lid off the tub, revealing the pale pecan desert and within, the frozen chunks of rodent.

"Trickster." He said by way of introduction. "Pleased to meet you to. Both of you." He grinned, and then picked a spoon off the table (it might not have been there before) and helped himself to some of the ice-cream.

"So you kids aren't from the same universe as me I'm guessing." He said, "Because I'm pretty sure I've never met a cat quite like Mughi."

[luvlianjel_yuri]

"He'd live. He might say he was dying, but he'd be faking it." The big liar.

"Should he just stick his face in there or can you make a bowl?" Yuri frowned as Mughi snickered. "I said make a bowl, you fuzzwad, not smoke a bowl. He just pulled a spoon from nowhere, so, whatever."

If Mughi was going to be like this she was leaving really soon.

"I don't know what universe you're from. It's 2145 back home and we don't live on Earth, though that's mostly where people came from. Mughi obviously didn't." She smiled. "Some guy called the Doctor had coordinates for his homeworld. Obviously wherever the science team found him wasn't there. He was the last coeurl left on that planet."

Mughi scooted closer to the ice cream and chuffed.

"He says we also don't know any people who had an eight-legged horse baby before. Though with some of the guys in the lab, they've never scored before."

[angel_awol]

Gabriel waved a hand, a I don't care gesture. "He can put his face in there if he wants. I don't stand on ceremonies." He grinned, "Unless he wants to wait till after he has the munchies? But I might have finished half of it by then."

"Huh," He said, listening to her, "2145? Back home I doubt the planet's even going to get that old. There's apocalypse stuff going on. And pollution. Blah blah blah you know the story." He shrugged, then looked with interest at the cat, "Did you eat all the others?" That was a joke, obviously.

"Can't say I've ever met anyone else with a kid like Sleipnir either. But I guess every parent says their kid is special right?" He laughed, although maybe there was a tinge of sadness in it.

Then he looked at her, a little concerned. "You want anything? I mean, if we're pigging out, guy's gotta offer a lady a drink at least." Or whatever else she wanted. After all, she was hot. And wearing the sort of stuff he'd only ever seen in Japanese comic books. Not that he was complaining.