"I'll buy the TV. Or at least, one of them. Two of them. I keep most of my salary for clothing and for Violet." he pauses, "...It's the least I can do for you hosting me."

The jackalope, reminding everyone of his presence. Hopping up on the counter, Gabriel moves to take a bite of his waffle and scratch the creature.

"No. There's a coating on the outside...you know what I'll just bring you one. Trust me. You'll like them."