[It's a lovely day for a picnic, isn't it? Carla is spread out on a checkered blanket with an assortment of snacks, watching something she finds terribly entertaining from afar. She picks at the fruit salad, popping pieces into her mouth with her fingers.
After a moment, she calls out a criticism,]
You could work on his aim a little.
[She lifts the device to turn the camera around, like a mother recording baby's first steps. Her little black and tan Shiba Inu is prancing excitedly around Archangel Michael, little bursts of flame exiting his mouth with every bounce.]
He's missing the worms.
[Michael waves at her, as if to tell her to shut up because she's being annoying, then kneels.]
Yeah, yeah. Hang on. Oi! [He's talking to the dog now.] Ya want ta have a treat? Then do this.
[And he fries a worm.]
Now you do it.
[The dog sits, staring up at Michael eagerly, only to send a fireball up into his face. Wrong target, Peanut. Michael just brushes the fire away because Angel of Fire.]
Wrong target, dumb ass. [He aims the dog's head at a worm.] That one.
[Peanut yips in confusion, inadvertently scorching the worm in front of him....]
Good dog! [Michael grins and offers him a treat. Then aims him at another.] Do it again!
[Oh hey. Praise. Peanut glances up at Michael, but definitely has it down now. Yip. Sizzle. Yip. Sizzle.]
[Carla claps, setting down the camera again to flop on her picnic blanket and carry on stuffing her face.]