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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]

You remembered.

[hell_on_wheels]

'course I did. Wouldn't forget a thing like that.

[heaven_on_paper]

We'll have to get a picnic basket.

[hell_on_wheels]

Are you telling me you don't already have one?

[heaven_on_paper]

It's missing the— [ his face falls a little ] insulated flask.

[ but he perks up again quickly ]

Doesn't matter! Easy enough to replace.

[hell_on_wheels]

Ah. Yeah ... pretty sure I still have that, or I did in the flat. Definitely getting you a new one.

[heaven_on_paper]

It's still there? In... the transfer's hands?

[hell_on_wheels]

The flask is, at any rate. They might not find it for a while, not that it'll do them any good if they do find it.

[heaven_on_paper]

Don't tell me you had to use it?

[hell_on_wheels]

Oh, didn't I tell you? When they were coming for me during ... [ vague hand gesture. ] ... all of that, I used most of it. Ligur's gone now, at least.

[ a beat. ]

... Told you it was for insurance.

[heaven_on_paper]

Crowley! You did not tell me.

[ He folds his hands, shaking his head. ]

... I'm just glad you werent hurt.

[hell_on_wheels]

Yeah, I tried very, very hard not to be hurt. Wore gloves and everything when I was putting it in the bucket.

[heaven_on_paper]

You put it in a bucket?

[hell_on_wheels]

So it cam dump on anyone who came through the door, yeah.

[heaven_on_paper]

I shudder to think.

[ He doesn't physically shudder, but he does take a long sip of his drink. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he waves a hand, then reaches for the bottle of wine to refill his glass. ]

Well, it worked, and now no one should hopefully mess with us for a while.

[heaven_on_paper]

Right you are, of course. Yes. Quite right.

[ But he can't help glancing anxiously at Crowley again a few times. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he concentrates on refilling his cup and draining half of it again before he glances back at Aziraphale, happening to catch his eyes for a brief second. ]

... What?

[heaven_on_paper]

Nothing!

[hell_on_wheels]

[ his eyes narrow behind the lenses. ]

Whaaaaat?

[heaven_on_paper]

Nothing. Really. Don't like to think about it, that's all.

[hell_on_wheels]

Mmm, probably why you took so long to give it to me.

[heaven_on_paper]

Obviously.

[hell_on_wheels]

But it didn't happen. Whatever it is you're not imagining. Still here, angel.

[heaven_on_paper]

If you're trying to be reassuring—

—well, if you're trying to be reassuring, it's very kind and you're doing rather well.