"Oh ..." Gabriel glanced toward the cafeteria, laughing to himself. "I guess there aren't any fish in there, then." But he wasn't put out by the time spend looking for them; it had been enjoyable in its own right. He turned back to Barnaby with a grin. "It's a good question, though. Maybe we should look after lunch."

Which reminded him that he still had food leftover, but although he could eat as an angel, as a human that was bumped up to need. The Archangel dropped his slippers and sat down on the grass, tucking his feet up under him to keep them warm. It put him a bit below Barnaby, but that didn't matter.

"Have you been at the Institute long?" he asked, tossing the last few of the crumbs in his hand into the water (just in case!) and reaching into his bag for his juice-box.