They never did manage dinner.

Guinevere and Joe go to breakfast.

“…Before, the angel’s identity and mission had always been simple. For that matter, its identity and its mission had always been one and the same. It had been Study, or it had been Mincha, or it had been Comfort. Whatever it was, it was, wholly. In every moment it had known that it was exactly what it was meant to be. Like a single pure note sounding.

Lately it felt like a whole chord – maybe several instruments at once, some of which might be dissonant – and it couldn’t be sure which way the chord would resolve. Every moment seemed to bring a new revelation of who and what it had become…”

He manages to shimmy out of the bed and onto the floor, the stone tile cold on his bare feet. A week ago they were at Wolfhagen, but now they’re in Spain, chasing after Nathan’s father, for all the good it’s likely to do them.

*

After the events of canon, the main trio regroup.

Mabel’s attempt at baking Christmas cookies goes south quickly, but Charles and Oliver lend a hand to right those wrongs.

Little Ash and Uriel, some two hundred years later, and a very important box.

Maybe this time, Loretta will get everything she ever dreamed of. Or at least a bigger piece of it.

“So, do I need to be worried about you getting with a murderer too, or can I reserve that particular worry for Charles and Charles alone?”

Or, everyone seems to know before they do.

Sugar wants to know if she should be saying “Jerry” or “Daphne” and, since Joe and Osgood don’t seem to agree and can’t be relied on to tell her which is right, she goes to get it right from the horse’s mouth. The horse needs to think about this for a bit.

Geoff has a proposition for Kate. She turns it down, but it makes her think, and later on, Kate has a question for Geoff.