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[heaven_on_paper]

further nife and accurate prophecies concerning the worlde that is to com

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[heaven_on_paper]

Well, if you need time to study the map, perhaps I can bring you some ingredients.

[unfriendlygreen]

If you tell me what you want, I can procure the ingredients myself.

[heaven_on_paper]

Boxty, as you suggested.

[ From his tone, he clearly thought that had been decided. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

Do you have a kitchen?

[heaven_on_paper]

Oh, yes. A small one. But I'm sure it's in working order.

[unfriendlygreen]

Where?

[heaven_on_paper]

In the back. I'll show you.

[ Although there are books everywhere, there is, in fact, a functional if little-used kitchenette. It is mostly just stocked with tea and cocoa. There are also some very nice bottles of wine and liquor. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

[ This is not a kitchen, he does not say. ]

I suppose I can work with this.

[ He waves a hand, this time green sparkles accompany the burnt matches smell, and supplies start appearing. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

Shall I leave you to it, then?

[unfriendlygreen]

Please, I am loathe to keep you from not selling more books.

[heaven_on_paper]

Do let me know if you're looking for anything. Don't just go poking around.

[unfriendlygreen]

I am a warlock, I can get anything I need.

[heaven_on_paper]

Still, I thought you were worried about running across something on the premises that might disagree with you.

[unfriendlygreen]

This property and your belongings seem to be mundane, but if there is anything of celestial or holy origins, you may want to keep those away from me.

[heaven_on_paper]

I see. Well, the kitchen shouldn't cause you any trouble.

[unfriendlygreen]

I have high hopes for it.

[ Meaning, he will make it bigger the second Aziraphale leaves him alone. Sorry. The kitchen will simply have to be bigger on the inside. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Look, if Ragnor does it for him, he doesn't have to fill out paperwork about it, so it's fine. ]

Jolly good. Carry on.

[unfriendlygreen]

[ The next time Aziraphale steps into the kitchen, he will find a much bigger, much better organized kitchen. The decor is mostly unchanged, but it is much better equipped.

The cooking is happening on its own, Sword in the Stone style, while Ragnor is sitting in a comfy-looking chair, reading.

He is wearing an apron though "Kiss the cook" ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He comes back when things start to smell good. ]

Oh, dear. Certainly made yourself at home, haven't you?

[unfriendlygreen]

Of course. Tea?

[heaven_on_paper]

Ah.

[ conflicted ]

Thank you.

[unfriendlygreen]

[ A cup appears for him. It's black tea, and it is incredible. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Okay, his eyebrows go up when he smells it, and he can't help smiling after he takes a sip. ]

Oh, this is very good.

[unfriendlygreen]

If you keep being surprised it is a matter of time before I take offence.

[heaven_on_paper]

Not surprised, pleased. But I can keep it to myself.

[ no he can't ]