“How are the cookies? Are they to your liking?”

“They’re delicious. My wife will like them very much.”

“Heh.”

“…Why are you laughing like that?”

“You’re already calling her your ‘wife.’ Nice times.”

Metatron and Baal soon received an invitation from Yeon-woo, who had already known of their descent. Yeon-woo treated them respectfully as the friends of Uranos, his grandfather. These were beings who had worked with his grandfather before the wheel of the universe began to spin, and tried to prevent the Black King’s reign. Although only a miniscule portion of their power from their prime remained, their missions were still deserving of admiration. 

Yeon-woo requested they speak informally to him, and Baal readily agreed like the demon he was. Metatron just smiled in response. 

But as soon as Baal dropped the formalities, he suddenly pulled something out. He said it was a wedding present. They were…cookies and tea. Yeon-woo suddenly wondered if demons ate cookies, but he recalled Baal had the same hobby before the wheel was spun. He’d said something about how baking was his only hobby in the despair of repeating universes… Something along those...