Garret conceded the point. "Yeah, it does just taste the same, but you should feel good that you did it the correct way because now you won't get eyeballed in an actual Japanese restaurant." Which probably wasn't much of a consolation, but Garret was still proud of him.
The witch tried not to stare, but he couldn't help but wonder what a single feather from an angel's wing would do for his circle. He would have to research that. Not that he'd ever ask Ambriel for one - that would be rude - but if he ever caught him molting, it wasn't like the angel would miss it. "For some reason I don't think forks were invented yet and people were getting diseases from sticking their fingers in their mouths. I'm fuzzy on the details."