Well, at least one person thought it was positive. Gabriel was not tremendously popular amongst the other angels -- aside from Castiel, who seemed to love him regardless. Mind, Castiel was also a little loopy right now. There was always time for the younger angel to change his opinion.
He squinted slightly, tilted his head to the side and wondered over Michael's words. That cemented things a bit more-- not that he hadn't already been aware, but this Michael was quite different from his own. "You wear customary well," he said a bit dryly before glancing around his shop, like he hadn't built it from the ground up and didn't know what and where everything was from flavor to garish color. "It is a business," he agreed easily. "It's my business." Speaking of things that were his business, Gabriel plucked the bag that Michael had brought off of the counter and opened it up. "For me?"
He was, of course, delighted over the pudding and conjured a spoon then and there to dig in.