Gabriel's head was slowly beginning to feel worse. But there was still supper to be had and he couldn't come up with an excuse that wouldn't make him feel rude at the same time. After all, the priest was entirely new to Whitby, and it was Gabriel's job to make him feel welcome.

He nodded, but grimaced, and didn't know what to say because he hadn't been listening.

Awkward.

Whitby... no they had discussed Whitby extensively.

Crane.

Go away random thought!

"Tea's rather strong."

Shit.