Angel Food is estatic and with a smile shining from ear to ear, he says, "You are generous and efficient. I thank you very much and wish for you to have many happy days."
Hugging the Book Of Death to his chest like a school girl, Angel Food walks backwards bowing out of respect and nearly knocks over a rack of post cards placed near the exit. If a spider tucked away by the corner of the door were to speak, it would explain that the rack seem to be held in place and swiftly returned to its original position by an invisible hand.
When outside the shop, Angel Food ties a piece of hemp string around his finger and reminds himself to remember that the string on his finer is to remind him of the newly acquired Book Of Death.