"You're three brothers? Oh. Well---I don't mean to be rude or disrespectable, like. It's just back home you're sort of not liked much. I say fuck that and you are who you are. The wings are---different. Can you fly?"

Mick had so many questions and he wondered if he wasn't being rude asking so many things about the poor angel. The biscuit though? That was bloody huge and the blond couldn't help but break some more off, this time the size of a hand and begin nibbling on it. The taste was good too.

"I've been here for a month or two now and I'm still trying to adjust. The angel called Songbird, I've met them too. Beautiful creatures you angels are."

He brushed a few crumbs from his mouth.