'I know you have the sugar cubes and I want them.'
Daniel did not even look up from where he was working on mending the fence. Now see, the thing about a church was that no matter what kind of church it was at the heart of everything it was just a magnet for troublemakers. Which meant that whoever was in charge of keeping said church in good condition needed to fix whatever they made wrong. Like broken windows or pieces of the fence that got dented or bent. Now in a regular church, Daniel would expect demonic-blooded teenagers to be at work, here it was just probably teenagers being teenagers. Angelic's were too 'good' to go and damage what was supposed to be a church even if the place made them feel like the real ones did people who came from his. Oh well, it kept him in a reasonable shape to constantly repair fences, put up windows, paint the walls when they started to peel... how many times had Daniel had to repaint this church? That was the thing about coming back to old stomping grounds to play all over again instead of just rebuilding, one had to be alright with making it look good again. Not just serviceable, but good. Even people who had been drawn in because of his power and kept firmly there after would not want to be coming to service in a rundown old-
'I said I want sugar cubes.' This time there was a stomp of a hoof to accomplish it and Daniel felt large teeth closing over the cuff of his shirt. Tearing too, ripping the piece of it right off. 'Sugar cubes or I eat the shirt.'
"Listen," Daniel said, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow as he raised up the hammer he had been using and waved it at the horse standing on the other side. "I'm not your servant. Last I checked things you're my familiar and that means you need to go ahead and do what I say. I say leave me alone." He was about to turn his attention back to the fence when he realized there was something coming. Glancing up a slow smile curved his lips when he realized what it was. Or rather, who. A who who had just made a very sudden crash-landing in the yard. Biting back a chuckle, because where he would have laughed at a regular child this was far from that and little demon's with damaged pride could do more damage than a pack of teenagers, Daniel wiped off his hands and waited while Briony finished opening her little juice-box. "Say," he said when she was finished. "Aren't you supposed to be in school getting yourself that education everyone's so keen on 'today's children' getting?" He chuckled and turned around, stretching his arms up over his head.
'Do you have any sugar cubes?' Daniel reached back without looking and clocked his familiar on the snout. 'Ow!'