Raguel isn't the most graceful being on land; he's marginally better in the sky, but mainly because he's been practicing. Once he touches down he hardly has a chance. He starts, predictably enough, toward the marshmallows, and equally predictably trips over Crowley's outstretched foot.

A few frantic flaps of his wings keep him from falling face-first into the bush. Loose down (even now, there's some left) floats past them as he gets himself back under control and stops flailing long enough to give Crowley a flat look.

"Asshole," he says, with feeling.