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[a_fell]

Aziraphael considers knocking on the door of the flat, just to be polite, but reconsiders; people these days, he's found, tend to have an armful of baby. It hinders the door-opening process. So he pokes his head around the door instead, calls out a polite greeting, edges into the hall - and promptly almost falls over a small dog.

It's good to be

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[a_fell]

"And now I shall have to buy you a frilly pinny."

[the_woodpecker]

"Just as long as it's black."

[a_fell]

"Hmm."

Aziraphael ponders for a moment.

"...I know just the place. And PVC, too, which will be wipe-clean; always a benefit in the kitchen."

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard chokes on a sip of coffee.

There are no words.

[a_fell]

Aziraphael is absolutely not in any way taking a lengthy drink of tea in order to conceal his distinctly evil grin.

Not a bit of it.

[the_woodpecker]

"Don't tell me you have a box of vices in the closet too, angel. I'll wither away in despair."

[a_fell]

"No, my dear. I'm an angel, I'm not allowed to have vices."

[the_woodpecker]

He suppresses a grin.

"Somehow, I think that your devotion to pastry isn't exactly God's work. But I might be wrong."

[a_fell]

Aziraphael groans pathetically.

"Creamy bakery cakes," he inexplicables. "And apples, and apple tea, and apple martini..."

[the_woodpecker]

"...Tartes aux pommes?"

[a_fell]

There is an inarticulate noise of distress, and a writhing angel on the sofa.

[the_woodpecker]

"I know how to make it, you know."

Bernard just became Aziraphael's crack dealer.

[a_fell]

"MMF!"

Aziraphael grabs a cushion and folds it around his head, fingers crossed behind his neck and elbows clamping it firmly over his ears.

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard grins in triumph and turns Anthony to see the angel.

"Anthony. Look! Your uncle's gone crazy!"

Anthony stares. This is very odd.

[a_fell]

Elbows still firmly in place, Aziraphael spares a hand to wave at Anthony.

And glares at Bernard.

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard is all innocence. Sweetness and light.

One imagines that this is the look he gave Kathleen when he nearly burnt the house down.

She turned the garden hose on him.