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[gilded_voice]

Date: March 18, 2003(?)
Status: Public (Gabriel, Phanuel) [Complete]
Setting: Tadfield Manor, restaurant
Summary: Dinner.

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[cattygabriel]

Gabriel's stomach rumbled, and he started before realising what it was. Oh yes. These bodies could be quite demanding. He hadn't eaten anything the whole day.

He set aside the books and after a quick check to ensure that the place was tidy, left the library, waving his hand to make sure there were no traces of dust on his T-shirt and jeans.

Gabriel slowly pushed open the door of the restaurant, looking around for a small table near a window, when he caught sight of a head of reddish brown hair. He frowned faintly, trying to place the aura. Phanuel.

He walked softly towards the table and smiled. "Good evening, Phanuel."

[gilded_voice]

Phanuel hadn't really been paying attention to his surroundings- possibly a mistake, though he hadn't been expecting anyone to really give him a second glance-, so Gabriel rather startled him. He looked up, mind drawing a blank as he tried to work out what to do from here. He'd really thought he'd mostly managed to leave out clues to his identity, but of course nothing was perfect save Him. And Gabriel was the Messenger, besides. Of course he'd be able to identify people. "Ah… good evening, Gabriel," he said, trying to muster up a smile. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Er… would you like to take a seat?" He motioned to the other chairs. Looking up at people could be quite awkward for one's nerves.

[cattygabriel]

"Thank you," Gabriel smiled, pulling out a chair next to Phanuel and sitting down. The other angel seemed slightly nervous. Why did everyone seem nervous around him? First Aziraphael, now Phanuel.

"It's been a while indeed. How have you been?"

He glanced at the menu; the waiter appeared, and he ordered a pasta dish.

[gilded_voice]

He wasn't feeling any more settled now, either, but they were going for small talk. That was fine. He was more worried about larger subjects. "I've been all right. Nothing really out of the ordinary." If he discounted whoever he'd managed to get riled up, at any rate. "And you?"

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel carefully sliced off a bit of tiramisu. The smell alone was tantalising. He tasted it, and actually went, "Mmmm," involuntarily at the sheer sensory overload; it was so sweet, and yet the coffee balanced it, and he really couldn't analyse the flavour, not when there was more to be had.

"Worth trying indeed," he murmured, taking another bite and closing his eyes.

[gilded_voice]

Phanuel's nose twitched a little at the smell of coffee, and he edged away a little- purely to try and keep the scent out of his nose. Scent and taste were closely intertwined senses, after all. He hoped Gabriel wouldn't take it badly, and continued eating.

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel smiled at Phanuel. "You really don't like coffee, do you?" Each to his own, of course, and while coffee couldn't trump chocolate, it was, dare he say it... heavenly.

"How's the apple crumble?"

[gilded_voice]

"I'm afraid not," Phanuel said, shaking his head. "Possibly a shame, but… well." He gave a slight smile. "It's excellent. I'll have to compliment the chef."