Angel blinked, peering over his shoulder at Alastor. "You can do that? Man, your magic is something wild."

Picking up the tray, Angel spun around to show the contents to him, a little bit sheepish. There was a cold cup of black coffee and two other small plates. One had a bowl of oatmeal that was now one gelatinous lump at the bottom and was topped with brightly colored fruits. And the second plate have a homemade cornetto dusted with power sugar, which sadly... was cold too.

"It ain't nothing special. Not sure if its worth wastin' you strength over." Angel shrugged. "But the cornetto was my Nonna's recipe. Its been a while since I baked so I don't know how well it turned out anyways."