Raziel was focused on merely observing, listening, she didn't plan on interacting. Gabriel posed his question to her, startling her out of her quiet observation. She jumped a little, Edgar setting a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. "I do not much care, Master Gabriel. This is your wedding, not mine, I cannot make the decisions," she said, her voice faint. Azrael bounced up, raced over to hug her quickly and ran back to the wedding plans. In her mind, Raz wondered when the man would snap and run screaming from the restaurant. Though... she had to admit it was sort of his fault in the beginning for agreeing to go through with this.

She could have told him that it was going to involve lots of work in patience. Well... she had, but he had resolved not to listen to her. Considering how worked up over this all the women involved were getting, she didn't know why he said he would do it anyway. According to Az, Alexis ended up stressing out or hyperventilating a lot... which was odd considering how stoic under pressure the Avenger normally was. As it was, she silently wished Gabriel luck, hoping that he wouldn't lose his mind before the ceremony took place. She had considering stepping back into the shadows, but her presence had already been acknowledged and there would, regretably, be no hiding now. How that vexed her.

Rapha sighed and shook her head. She put a gentle hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "Gabe...we all love you very much, but you really do need to work on your social skills." She would work with him on that later. He had little tact at times. Poor Micah was red in the face and couldn't look at Zahra now even as he held the things that she had given him. "Hello Raz," she greeted the other Archangel with a smile and a nod before she moved towards Druiel.

She shook her head and sighed when she heard his words. "Really Dru, that all seems very beneath you," she said. "We all know that Az is simply Azrael. That does not mean you get to throw silver wear at her. Now come, I don't like having to admonish you. Tell me, how have you been? It has been a long time since I have had the chance to even check up on you."

Raziel sighed as Azrael gave an irritated "hmph" over at Druiel. She didn't know which one was being the more juvenile, but she supposed it didn't really matter. At least Rapha was there to resolve the issue without the conflict coming to blows. If that happened, the only safe course of action was to find something to hide under. Zahra let out a sigh of relief from her postion next to Gabriel and Edgar seemed to relax.

Raz settled herself into a corner, the farthest away from all the others. Whatever purpose they were gathering for, it probably wouldn't effect her, she hoped. What she wanted was to return to heaven and to her domain. There she could be amongst her scholars and musicians and poets and writers. Socrates had promised her a conversation and Karl and Plato wanted to join in. She was looking forward to that with more enthusiasm than this meeting, which was something akin to a snake bite for her.

She belonged in her vast library or in her chamber where all sorts of amazing experiments in magic and alchemy were taking place with the help of a few friends. She wanted nothing more than to be out of that dim little restaurant. But her orders dictated that she be here, so she was.

Then Castiel walked in and the grin on Az's face was simply huge as she jumped up and ran to hug him, shouting "Cassie!" over and over. Raz shook her head and lowered it so that her hair covered up the tiny smile. Beside her, Edgar made a noise she guessed was supposed to be a chuckle at his mistress' childish antics. She lifted her head again, her face was as blank and neutral as it always was. "Considering the adamance with which we were summoned here, I do no know what we should assume the purpose is," she said, her voice stronger than the faint whisper it had been before, which often startled people, "We are missing someone. Where is Anna? Was she not informed?" It was the closest thing to a speech she'd made today. It was certainly the longest amount of words she'd strung together in her brethrens' presences. She wasn't exactly known for her eloquence or public speaking abilities.