“You should come by for dinner, at least,” she said. “I have so many biscuits to get rid of, Barry, it’s ungodly. I have to practise a new recipe every time I get home from patisserie school.” Barachiel smiled at Gadriel. “I suppose I can make time for biscuits,” she said. Gadriel finished off her hot chocolate, setting the glass back down against the table with a soft rap. “My dear Barachiel,” she said, “what else is time for?”
