Stefan peered curiously at the vampire.

"You probably shouldn't drink it all at once, Mr. Gabriel," he said, softly, closely watching that the vampire was eyeing the rest of the flask. "Vampires were never allowed much of an Angel's blood, as you can guess, because we usually don't just offer it, and Rosiel's not a normal Angel. He's the Lord of the Angels and.. then he's got another problem. Nothing like a disease or anything like that, but it might affect you, as a Vampire... I'd tell you, but he'd get very angry, and Rosiel doesn't like me as it is..."

"Well, can I get you anything, Mr. Gabriel? You still haven't told me what you would like - I'm about to start dinner."

He was certain that the Vampire was all right, and that he was close enough to help in case there was trouble. Stefan went back into the kitchen area and started shifting through the different kinds of foods, muttering to himself, trying to guess what the guests would like to eat.

Outside, the Blue Tree stood in the ever-lasting snow storm. More and more of its' needles had fallen off and lay in the snow, in an ever-growing pile.