Yves was glad to see his friend and other angel, he thought of Necrosis like another little brother, even though he was an angel from another world, even though he was different than the other angels he knew, he liked being there for him and looking out for him.
He had gone back over to the kitchen to check on the food again and heard Necrosis approach him again. He turned to see the eager angel and he laughed though not unkindly at his awe.
"I can understand, in a way," Yves explained, "There are ordinary libraries on Earth, of course. But back home, back in Heaven, my home, my Heaven was an enormous celestial library, woven with every word that had been written and spoken by a human being." He closed his eyes and for a moment he was back there, even if it was just in his mind's eye. But he opened his eyes and he was back in reality. The smile remained though.
"Libraries are sacred back where you're from?" he asked, continuing to work on the eggs. They were nearly finished, the toast still browning.