Michael had been busy assembling the largest banana split he had ever seen, and when someone knocked on the door, he actually let out a tiny groan. He really wanted his dessert, dammit.
He was needed, however, and he could feel that the presence on the other side of the door was angelic. He placed the creamy treat in his freezer and he went to pull the door open. "Azrael, come in," he said, stepping aside. "You look vexed. Can I get you anything?"