"An angel owning a candy store...well, I guess it could be stranger," Sam murmurs to himself as he walks over, before digging in his pocket. Ah, there we go, the scrap of paper where he wrote down what Caroline wanted him to do. He looks down at it, slightly frowning.

"Um...I need some help, actually. I'm looking for...what does this say..."sweets with a more dangerous edge to them, or that trick the eye"." And he glances back up at Gabriel. "Have anything like that?"