Text From Last Night Prompt 20

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YOU CAN MICROWAVE POPTARTS!?!??!


At the sound of the ding, Gabriel just blinked and watched as Cat walked over to the microwave and opened it. Caleb and Wren were nearby at the stove, working together to make breakfast. They paused to watch her as well, puzzled looks on their faces.

She reached in and took out a plate with a couple of toaster pastries, then turned to lean against the counter and bite into one.

"You can microwave Pop-Tarts?" Gabriel asked in surprise, tilting his head as he found himself fascinated by the new information.

"Sure. Says so on the box." Cat told him between chews, then noticed the other angels staring at her. She held out the plate. "Want one?" she offered.

Caleb and Wren recoiled from the plate, grimacing. "Artificial preservatives...." Caleb mumbled, shivering.

"Food flavored products... ergh...." Wren added, shuddering. The two quickly grabbed one another in protective clutches.

"Evil! It's eeeevil~! Shun the evil fake food! Shuuuun~! Shu-shuuun~!" they both moaned out.

"You guys are such dorks." Cat remarked and bit into her Pop-Tart again, "Gabriel, you sure you're related to these guys?"

"Caleb is my older brother in the technical sense, yes. I have nothing to do with his little boy-toy human." the Angel of World's Ending declared flatly before focusing on her plate, "Microwave another one. I want to see if it's not just a fluke."