"The best stained-glass windows don't come from stores but if you like fragments then I guess you could find something enjoyable there." Really he didn't care for most of the windows in churches either except for the ones that features angels as warriors and not prissy little bodyguards.
"Well, I've met a soul or two with somewhat in common with the Lord of the Manner. I guess I could, have a little chat with him, find out his dress size, make sure the scenery is to his liking. How does that fit with your plan?" Gabriel didn't expect them to actually have a plan of any description but he wanted her to admit it. Humans were so eager to die. It would have been amusing if it wasn't to sad.
Gabriel chuckled. "Well, I wasn't being as figurative as you may think. Conjure up tennis court in a split second and people think you're their own personal genie. Honestly, people have no respect any more." He blinked at the perfect sky. "But you got one thing right. You really haven't had a friend like me." And he winked.