Daniel finally registers the presence of coffee thanks to Seth's nudging, and he picks it up to sip in a fluid, habitual motion. It is - good. He can't tell if this is due to having just woken up or whether angelically manifested coffee has its own unique properties or -
And Seth asked him a question. Right.
"Um, doing okay." Honestly, he hadn't been paying much attention to his own biology due to the abrupt presence of an archangel in the immediate vicinity because that is incredible. Upon pause and careful consideration, he determines little more than a dull ache that can probably be attributed to an until recent lack of caffeine. Seth's anti-hangover water tactics have served their purpose well, he supposes. "Pretty good, considering."
Considering the amount of caffeinated alcohol he probably shouldn't have consumed last night? Seth was probably even worse off; Daniel has a dim recollection of someone falling asleep on top of him, as it were, though that might have a little more to do with the dream.
Oh god. The dream. He is going to - not think about that. Besides, he has the benefit of an entirely much more interesting distraction in the form of a very tangible celestial being that's apparently serving him breakfast. He leans forward, brow furrowed with eager, analytical intent.
"Okay, so healing powers," he ticks off with one finger. Now that he's been given the window, the intellectual floodgates have been opened. "And then this," he makes a spiraling gesture with his free hand to indicate the breakfast-laden table, " which is, I'm guessing, object manifestation? Or, or is it more of a transmutation? Not illusory, is it? And you're, you're obviously not a spectral manifestation, you wouldn't be able to interact on a physical plane otherwise."
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And Seth asked him a question. Right.
"Um, doing okay." Honestly, he hadn't been paying much attention to his own biology due to the abrupt presence of an archangel in the immediate vicinity because that is incredible. Upon pause and careful consideration, he determines little more than a dull ache that can probably be attributed to an until recent lack of caffeine. Seth's anti-hangover water tactics have served their purpose well, he supposes. "Pretty good, considering."
Considering the amount of caffeinated alcohol he probably shouldn't have consumed last night? Seth was probably even worse off; Daniel has a dim recollection of someone falling asleep on top of him, as it were, though that might have a little more to do with the dream.
Oh god. The dream. He is going to - not think about that. Besides, he has the benefit of an entirely much more interesting distraction in the form of a very tangible celestial being that's apparently serving him breakfast. He leans forward, brow furrowed with eager, analytical intent.
"Okay, so healing powers," he ticks off with one finger. Now that he's been given the window, the intellectual floodgates have been opened. "And then this," he makes a spiraling gesture with his free hand to indicate the breakfast-laden table, " which is, I'm guessing, object manifestation? Or, or is it more of a transmutation? Not illusory, is it? And you're, you're obviously not a spectral manifestation, you wouldn't be able to interact on a physical plane otherwise."