The angel keeps up a valiant effort of looking quite put off while following Crowley along, led by his hand. He has a point to make - whatever it actually is.

"There isn't really much in the way of actual food, really." He does enjoy a couple of sweets every now and again, but he's not so sure about the ones he's spotted before.

As they approach the table, he takes a closer look at the assortment, eyes landing on the mummy muffins and ghost shaped cookies. "Oh,how quaint."