Angel looked quite pleased with himself. He knew that you were easy to goad into buying sweets for him whenever the two of you were on patrol. He licked at the soft serve happily, wondering if he could talk you into buying him another one. It was one of the few good things about being made to go out and actually work. Angel paused and looked up at you from the park bench.

"I'm almost done with this one. Can you buy me one more? I promise I'll be useful."