If there was one thing that Gabriel would enjoy in this world (and honestly, there was actually a ton of shit he enjoyed) it was a proper pudding parfait. Michael's gift, although not yet opened, was something that Gabriel would be happy for. Hell, he'd be happy enough that someone was bringing him something in the first place. Particularly a brother who he hadn't seen in hundreds of years. Was it an apology? An appeasement? He wasn't sure, but Gabriel eyed the bag on his countertop for a long time before actually giving his attention to Michael.
He looked different, but that wasn't much of a surprise. Beside himself, most of his brothers were pretty quick to change a face when it was necessary, constantly unable to get some poor fuck to agree to being a host to a being that would forever ruin their short lives. He felt different too. Less familiar but -- more appealing, somehow. Gabriel couldn't quite put it into words yet, let alone fully understand it. Still, there was something there.
He smiled, bright and not without a hint of mischief. "Because my goth phase ended millennia ago. Color's all the rage now, Mike. Time to get with the program." Hey, if Michael wasn't going to be into proper greetings, far be it from Gabriel to complain.