Mick nearly dropped his bag of shopping when he noticed the huge bloody great big biscuit the angel bloke was now currently wheeling along in the Plaza. Clutching his bag of snacks and booze, he walked over eyes wide as saucers at the spectacle. He could hardly believe his eyes because---was that a chocolate chip biscuit or cookie as they were sometimes called? Wrapped up of course to prevent it being damaged as it was being rolled. As for the angel, Mick didn't recognise his face but it looked like Tom and vaguely Ziggy.

God, the angel looked like Tom and Ziggy.

"Bloody hell! That's a huge biscuit there, mate. Did you make that all by yourself?"

Because it was a feat of engineering right there. Or culinary wizardry. Did angels often make huge pastries for the residents of the Nexus to enjoy? That thing could probably feed everyone too.