He nodded, finding her version of the story much more interesting than the more common one. "So, we have an angel running around with a neutral mentality, a lack of purpose, and is probably fat and unhappy in a bar somewhere, wondering where it all went wrong while eating Cheezits.<br/><br/>Maybe I should look him up later, sounds like me back in the day."<br/><br/>He noticed the odd looks when he mentioned Cheezits, and gave a quick explanation. "A type of cracker made from cheese, and with a touch of salt on the top. An acquired taste."<br/><br/>He leaned back, and stared at the ceiling again, before shaking his head. "So, I am ready, do you two ladies want to do the spell now, tomorrow, or when?"