Peter huddled down close to Gabriel so he could whisper without being overheard.
"Still in a bad mood then?"
The heavens roiled with thick black cloud, sundered by the bright flash of lightning, sky ringing to the din of crashing thunder.
"A bit." Gabriel confirmed.
"Drama queen." St. Peter said. "Creates the entire universe in six days, and he's making this much of a fuss about fifty thousand words in a month."