Clint raised an eyebrow at her pronouncements and snorted in amusement. "Luci," he drawled, "...fur...ball." Angels thought they were so clever, but their sense of humor was more primitive than a human's at times.
He scratched Mama dog's ear idly. "Let's hope there's enough food in the stores until this blasted snow disappears. I know angels have a hands off policy when it comes to interfering down here, but I'm sorely tempted to lob a fireball or two downtown." What could it hurt?