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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]

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?

[heaven_on_paper]

Being back here again, so soon.

[hell_on_wheels]

Mm, soon enough that their menu wouldn't have changed since the last time.

[heaven_on_paper]

The specials have changed.

[ he is not limiting his review to the specials ]

[hell_on_wheels]

You're not on the specials page.

[heaven_on_paper]

I'm perusing.

[hell_on_wheels]

Perusing ... the unchanged menu. That you know by heart.

[heaven_on_paper]

In case I'm struck by inspiration.

[ But when the server comes back he immediately and confidently orders exactly what they both thought he'd get. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he moves his head in a way that makes it obvious he's rolling his eyes. ]

Inspiration seems to have passed us by today.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Aziraphale ignores this remark and picks up his drink that the server just dropped off. ]

Shall we toast?

[hell_on_wheels]

Always up for one of those, but what're we toasting?

[ he holds up his wine glass anyway. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

...

[ a little hesitantly ]

To seeing more of each other?

[hell_on_wheels]

[ it's a little slow, but Crowley does start to smile with one side of his mouth, reaching out to clink their glasses. ]

To seeing more of each other.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ clink! Aziraphale is definitely smiling when he raises his glass to his mouth to take a sip afterwards. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he sips too. his own little smile persisting. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

We could go for a little walk, later? Feed the ducks?