"Mikey isn't dumb, he's really smart." Raphael disagreed, unsure why someone so smart fell because Luci always told him silly boys fell. Maybe you could be silly and smart. He took a bite of his breakfast and then looked at Gabriel. "They also use frozen peas."

"We can afford neither right now." Michael agreed as he looked at his phone again and texted Lucifer back swiftly.

No.

"Besides, I iced it yesterday. I'm feeling pretty good." He wasn't, his face hurt and his chest and stomach hurt any time he bent forward or move too suddenly. Not that he was admitting to that. "No steaks, no peas." He paused and looked at Lucifer. No names.