"It's not sweet, but it's good for you," she says, quietly insistent in a tone she hopes is adequately far from directly scolding. She retreats to the kitchen to switch off the stove and obligingly dish up the soup. Johnny must not be that bad a cook; it smells very good, and hopefully Gabe will agree.

She returns, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling at the faintly ridiculous panorama that greets her. Gabe hasn't seemed to have relinquished his grip on Johnny. She offers the bowl to the pair of them, spoon and all, uncertain whether she should be presenting it to Johnny or to Gabe directly, as the angel still seems rather adamant upon not eating it.