Balthazar laughs softly, sensing the mild exasperation. Personally, he thinks Gabriel's sweet tooth is one of his more endearing quirks. "Anything with chocolate," he nods, trying not to question why cooking things for people feels strangely satisfying. Maybe just because it's something to keep him in motion.

"There's a double-spiced black chai here. That should be good." He dumps the old leaves out of the teapot and rinses the interior. "Is this place as boring for you as it is for the rest of us, or worse?"

He glances over his shoulder. "Between events, I mean. It seems like it's either crisis or ennui."