"It's been pretty quiet. Well, relatively quiet, anyway," George said, in between bites of his food. "Clio took Patrick out of the city so he wouldn't be right in the middle of the action for his feast day, and I think it did him some good. He didn't seem as hungover, anyway. Oh! We got a Corgi."
George whipped out his cellphone to show Metatron the picture. "Look at that little face."