easter egg
The hot shower had helped - the hot breakfast, less so. Aziraphael had had to steer him down the stairs and to the table by the elbow, and when the angel had set down a plate in front of him (greasy, glistening sausages, more fat than meat; dry and crumbly toast with a pat of butter just a little too fresh; a glass of indescribably foul milk), Crowley had thought, with brief and singular clarity, that he was going to be sick.