Wanting to throttle Castiel was understandable. Gabriel was pretty sure most people who knew him wanted to throttle him at some point, many of them at least once a week. He just had a way of provoking that kind of emotional response in people.

"Well, they can." They weren't usually sweet enough for Gabriel - he appreciated natural flavours, but that being said, he also appreciated corn syrup and food colourings that dyed his tongue bright blue. "Do you know how? Never had you down as a chef."