"I'm sure it does. To be honest I had no idea you winged blokes could bake such large---items."

It's a huge cookie, Mick. Real too. He will now be gently touching it with a fingertip, half expecting it to disappear as soon as he placed his finger on it. Nope. It didn't move. The guitarist's eyebrows shot up and then he started to smile in surprise. The angel wasn't playing a trick after all. Did he say he could try it?

"Yeah, back home if I showed my mates this they'd think they were high or drunk. It's amazing---so big and looks tasty."

Breaking off a tiny piece no bigger than a fingernail, Mick tried some. It tasted like a real biscuit and he wasn't expecting that. Not really. Now, he was feeling a little foolish for calling the angel's biscuit a fake.

"Ziggy, he's my girlfriend. I'm Mick Ronno, the lead guitarist in Ziggy's band. The Spiders from Mars. Pleased to meet you, mate."

Mick thrust out a hand hoping it wasn't too presumptuous to shake hands with these angels.