everything in the sky

“Gold? You brought gold?”
“It seemed… it seemed like the right thing to bring.”
“Bloody hell, Mel, we talked about his. We agreed to a £5 limit.”
“I know, I ju-“
“I’ve got myrrh, Cas has frankincense, and you’re bringing gold? We’ll look like utter prawns.”
“I mean, he’s the King of the Jews. I just thought-“
“Of course he’s the king of the bloody Jews. That’s the whole bloody reason we agreed to the limit. I mean, what do you get the Son of God? By definition he has bloody everything. Cas and I just nipped into an aromatherapy shop, picked up a token of, you know, respect, and you… you… gold, Mel?”
“I ju-“
“You know what, it’s fine. It’s bloody fine. I think I saw a petrol station open a mile back. We’ll get some other stuff. Pork pies or something. Bloody hell.”
“I-“
“JUST. Just, be quiet. We’re going to have quiet for a while, okay? Quiet.”
“I-“
”Absolute bloody quiet.”