Speak of the devil-- er... angel. Gabriel looked at Lyta with a fancy fake smile and some Scottish charm in his eye. "Uh... yes," he told her. Although, he was far from settled. "All the laddies and lassies are nice," he commented, "I just needed to get high, if you know what I mean."
His joke attempt would hopefully work.
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