[littl3chocobo]

he was already half done eating when the farmer thought to speak to him and the question half surprised him. "gabrial, like the angel. my mama was fond of angels." the lie slid off of his tongue like butter, the farmer looked like the sort to name his kid something old-fashioned like that and the almost pleased look showed his choice to be near enough if not exactly the right one, "most people don't ask it though, what's yours if i may'n ask it?" slower than before he went back to eating though he kept an eye up to reassure his host that he was listening still