Uriel was not very used to seeing his brother look so cheerful. In truth, he wasn't used to feeling so terribly cheerful himself. Something wasn't quite right, but that same motivation that had led him to the restaurant they were standing within was also preventing him from trying to figure out what the problem was. One moment he had been scouring the city in search for another one of the angels that he had been looking to turn over to Zachariah; the next, he was craving monkey food. Additionally, Uriel suddenly found the presence of the humans to be less irritating and far more welcoming than he could have ever imagined.
All the same, when the tiny one - Fred - wrapped her arms around him Uriel found that he was unable to do nothing more than look at her in confusion. Disgusting humans were hugging him. Him. He looked down at her with a frown as soon as she released him and, very seriously, Uriel declared, "I should smite you."
A burst of laughter immediately followed the statement. He chuckled, bumping into Castiel's table as he clapped a hand to his stomach and shook with laughter. For some unknown reason, the phrase amused him more than anything else. And smite. Now that was a funny word. He was going to smite Fred. Fred was going to be smote. Oh, how smitten all the humans would be!
"No, we have never had pancakes. We do not need to eat as you do." Uriel looked over to Castiel with a smirk. "But if Castiel enjoys eating these 'pancakes', I suppose I will take pleasure in eating them as well."