Being the Healer, he knew the importance of well-balanced diets, and encouraged all he saw in his Infirmary to maintain as such, especially the hardworking ones such as warriors and the blacksmiths, and they all left with boxed ears when he caught them rolling their eyes at his commendations.

He turned from his patients to somewhere a bit closer to home, he knew that his fledgling loved her peaches, they were always her favorite snack; whether it be before bed or after midday or at any time, it was always peaches. He knew that she ate her intake of fruits, but never saw her eat her intake of vegetables. It was his new personal mission to ensure that she ate her intake of vegetables.

With the help of his oldest charge, Joshua, they picked a bundle of lettuce and cabbages and peas and green beans. He would make a salad for the rest of them, he knew that his brothers would have no problems eating his creations, though their fledgling was a mystery.

Even Gabriel, who had a predisposition to sweets, would eat his leafy greens under his carefully watching eye and the stern word from his oldest brother.

He smiled as they entered their garden, the ringing sound of the gate clicking shut, the giggling of their fledgling as the Morningstar walked with them up the path, her riding happily on his shoulders. Gabriel would be the first to enter, hopping away from their eldest brother as he made a witty quip and was reached for, freeze slightly at the sight of the salad on their table and huff a sigh of exasperation.

"Really?"

"Sit.", he points at the chair the Messenger usually takes in these hours, using every ounce of that patented 'big brother' voice that he can muster, and it's just enough to bring the Messenger to silence and step forward in silence to take his seat. Michael enters before the other does, holding the door for the two of them, and the fledgling ducks down to avoid hitting her head as they enter.

The older two are less put out by the greenness, thanking him for his thoughtfulness and taking up their designated seats at the table, the little fledgling is moved from her perch on the Morningstar's shoulders to sit on his knee instead, she eyes the green leaves curiously, little fingers poking at the greens carefully. Her head tilts to the side as a bowl of it is placed in front of her, looking up to her master in curiosity as he grabs a vinaigrette and sprinkles his own bowl with a few drops, and she copies him a moment later.

The Healer watches carefully for her reaction at the new food that is being tried, she makes a face at it, letting the second piece she'd picked up fall back into her bowl. He sighs, sensing an argument and a challenge in his near future.

"What's the matter, little one?"

She makes a face and takes a sip of her sweet drink, "It's yucky."

"It's good for you."

"Doesn't make it any less yucky."

He points at her little bowl, there is not much there for her to consume, "Eat your greens."

She shakes her head and his eyes narrow, "No. It's yucky."

"You need to eat more greens." He gives her a stern look, "Eat it."

"No."

He looks to the brother she sits with, and the Morningstar raises his chin in acknowledgement when their eyes meet, "If you do not eat your greens then there will be no stories before bed."

She looks stricken, eyes going wide, and mouth dropping in awe, "But that's not fair!"

But her master nods in agreement with the younger archangel's statement, when she turns to look up at him, and she turns to pouting instead. Arms cross over her chest and she huffs, falling back to lean into his chest instead, until hands lift her under her arms and set her in the seat next to him.

"I am eating my greens." He settles her bowl before her and a utensil to eat it with, "You can sit on your own if you don't want to eat them." He gives her his own stern look, "But you won't leave that spot until that bowl is empty."

"But Luci!"

"That's final."

She pouts again, leaning back against the back of the chair, and settles for glaring at the Healer with all her might. He'll loath to admit, but her glare can be somewhat unsettling, she didn't blink when she did and it was unnerving, but he refused to allow himself to be swayed otherwise and pointedly ignores the glare.

Soon enough they each finish their own bowls, the fledgling still pouting and glaring, and they move on to their conversation as they usually do after a long days' worth of work, acting as though the fledgling is not present no matter how much she tries to gain their attention, but they do keep watch, as her resolve breaks down when no one talks to her, no one lets her sit in their lap, always returning her to her chair when she tries to crawl up, and soon enough there's a small sniffle that breaks through their light conversation.

Michael is the first to look over to the sound of the sniffle, the others still engrossed into their conversation, and he reaches over to wipe a small tear away when it escapes her eyes, "Eat your greens, little star, and you can sit with me."

"Buhut it's yuyucky!"

"Be brave for me and eat then, like the little fierce warrior you are."

She stares up at him, her glare having been replaced but upset and teary eyes, she wants to sit with someone but they won't let her. Weighing her options, she decides on the one that would gain her the result that she wants, and picks light at the greens in her small bowl, slowly nibbling on them until her bowl slowly but surely empties. She sniffles again, showing the empty bowl to the oldest archangel, and he keeps his end of the bargain and lifts her to sit in his lap. The fledgling cuddles close, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.

"There, there, no need to cry." He softly rubs away the tears with a large finger, "You did splendidly, and we are very proud of your eating your greens." She makes another face at the yucky taste that lingers in her mouth, but as she curls close to his chest and clutches at his purple tunic, she doesn't mind the yucky taste. He passes her his cup, full of the same sweet juice she had been drinking, and she takes a sip happily to clear away the lingering taste.

A hand rubs at her shoulders and she peers out from where she's hiding in her biggest brothers tunic to see who it is, her master smiles at her, rubbing soothing circles against her back.

"You did great, you stubborn little thing you."

He passes his brother a cloth from their table to rub her face clean of tears and such at her small break, and he does so with gentle motions, whispering praise to the fledgling as he does to ensure the tears do not return again. From across the table the Healer smiles proudly at her, reaching into his robes for something, and produces a peach for her to munch on, to which she takes quickly before the offering can be rescinded.

"Can I still have stories before bedtime?"

The Morningstar chuckles, "Yes, you can still have bed time stories."