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((Check his weight and you’ll know why.))

Garroth rolled over onto his side in his sleep and began snoring again.

She's more than him...))

"What a light, charming man you are," she whispers, pressing her lips softly to his forehead.

Garroth woke up a little at that kiss. “Uh why do I have a throbbing pain in my head?” Garroth asks quietly to Nouran.

"Drank too much," she replied, picking a bottle of wine, "I suggest you don't take any more now,"

Garroth sat up slowly. “Does anyone have any coffee?” Garroth asks.

"No, but I can cure your ailments," she whispered, putting her hand on his forehead to heal him.

“Garroth sighed with relief. “Thank you for this.” Garroth says looking up at her.

"You're welcome," she replies, moving down to sit next to him.

“So um what’s it like being an angel?” Garroth says as he looked away and underneath the bar noticing coffee.

Nouran looks at him, letting her wings unfurl once more, "In Heaven, the hardest struggles ever faced in this universe. Here, it is quite pleasant," she tells him.

“Hmm sounds harder than being a ranger who’s lost in the world.” Garroth says crawling over to the coffee and grabbing it then crawls back over to Nouran. “Look I found coffee!” Garroth says with absolute glee that it would horrify someone.

Aviva is watching the group with incredulous eyes. "None of you even wonder what's going on?" She said. *Somebody kidnapped us and put us here for who knows why, and these people are just...Acting like nothing happened.* She thought, finishing the sentence in her mind.

“We know what’s going on, the Doctor already informed us as to why we’re here.” Ever answered, taking a sip of the wine Neeme had shared.

Garroth stood up and looked for something once more to possibly help him make some coffee having set it down on the Bar counter. “Hmmm does anyone know where I can make some coffee?” Garroth asks still looking around.

"Like this," she replied, waving her hand towards the coffee beans and manifesting a cup of warm coffee.

"Oh? I must have missed that announcement. Would you mind telling me what his excuse for kidnapping and dressing me without my consent is?"

Garroth’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Cool trick I think I’ll hang out with you most of all.” Garroth reaches out to grab the cup of coffee closing his hand around it.

"Art of Manifestation," she informed, "One of the many abilities of an angel," Nouran gave a warm smile.

Garroth took a sip and instantly calmed down in relief of the coffee. “It’s a good cup of coffee I don’t mind it being black I think it makes the taste even greater. Thank you for my comfort drink.” Garroth says then takes another sip and almost fell over with the taste of the perfect cup of coffee.

"You're welcome," she replies