"Oh I see... If you say so Al. Just as long as nothin' is wrong."

Angel relaxed a bit again into the chair hearing Alastor's explanation. But still, there was a tiny voice in the back of his head that whispered it was just a convenient excuse to avoid him. Not that it bothered him! No, don't let this sour the evening! There was booty to chase!

Shrugging it off, his attention was pulled to the coffee table filled with brightly colored gingerbread men eager for a distraction. There was a gleam in his eye as he reached over to pluck up the miniature likeness of Husk in his long claws.

"So thats what all the commotion in the kitchen was about earlier. Did you make these?" Angel turned the cookie over to inspect it.