Raguel had been on the verge of doing something drastic - what, he wasn't quite sure; setting the scorched earth on fire, maybe, or knocking Crowley out somehow and getting him back into town. But he seems - well, if not all right, then at least better - and without that horrible, frozen look on his face. And nothing else seems to be in immediate danger of turning into ashes.

"Sa cha beef - here it is," he says, and picks up the box. Another pair of chopsticks land in Crowley's hand; looks like the place had given them three.