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[heaven_on_paper]

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

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[hell_on_wheels]

[ Crowley's quiet for the first few moments while they drive to the Ritz, the silence filled with the bentley's chosen song for the moment. he speaks up as they swerve around a pedestrian. ]

... Y'know this means Hell will have a renewed presence in London.

[heaven_on_paper]

Mind the road!

[ It's sort of perfunctory, though. He sighs. ]

... I know.

[hell_on_wheels]

I am minding it.

[ it sounds automatic and only a little snitty, a common response for a common complaint. ]

Think you should re-do some of your wards. Just in case.

[heaven_on_paper]

Mm. Wouldn't want any trouble. After lunch, then.

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he grunts his agreement before falling quiet for a few more moments. ]

... If I'm, uh ... y'know, staying there, should ... I put some up, too?

[heaven_on_paper]

Don't you think that might—draw attention?

[hell_on_wheels]

Yeeeah, probably right. And probably shouldn't mix occult and ethereal magics anyway.

[ but he somehow looks put out by this. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Aziraphale glances at him a bit curiously. ]

I'll be thorough.

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he grumbles and "I know" while snapping to make a green light. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Just Crowley things, he guesses. He decides to change the subject. ]

Did I tell you, I found a bargain deal on fire extinguishers in bulk?

[hell_on_wheels]

Oooh, did you? Gathered them all up then? At least one for each room?

[ asked as he pulls up to the Ritz, a space miraculously made available just now. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

Different kinds, too. Did you know there are different kinds?

[hell_on_wheels]

I didn't.

[ he raises his eyebrows at Aziraphale before climbing out of the car. ]

How many kinds are there anyway?

[heaven_on_paper]

[ he's in step with Crowley as they head towards the door of the Ritz. ]

Quite a few. Although they're apparently not all suited to put out—paper fires.

[ maybe this was a bad change of subject. thankfully they're at the restaurant and can focus on getting a table. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

So the ones you got are the ones that are, yes?

[ he barely glances at the host, throwing up two fingers when they ask how many before turning back to Aziraphale. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

Oh, yes. Of course.

[hell_on_wheels]

Good. Can't be too careful. Especially now.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ vaguely ]

All precautions great and small...

[ he shakes his head ]

Never mind that now, look. Our table is ready.

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he gives him an ironic look from behind his glasses at that phrasing, but he looks away as the sever directs them to their table. he's already ordering drinks before they sit. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ the fact that Aziraphale knows exactly what he wants to order is in no way going to prevent him from delightedly perusing the menu once they've been seated. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ Crowley rattles off some side dish that he knows Aziraphale likes and will push to give him later. ]

And just, uh, leave the bottle of wine on the table, thanks.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Aziraphale orders a cocktail, but he's going to make the server come back for his food order, because that's the proper order of things and also it gives him time to read the whole menu and see if they've changed anything. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ Crowley watches the other patrons for a moment but eventually (always) turns his head back to Aziraphale. ]

... We were just here the other week, angel.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ still perusing, though he does glance up and back down ]

A bit decadent, I suppose, but, well, it's nice, isn't it?

[hell_on_wheels]

What is?