777 Abby Road, Thursday Morning (01/03)

[ditheringangel]

Aziraphale thought the situation was not at all funny, and didn't deserve laughing at, but apparently Wilson disagreed with him. Oh, the young doctor had been kind enough to make him some breakfast, and to even answer question after question about all the freaky little aches and twitches and rumblings that an angel with a real-live-body was now

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[reformed_rogue]

Marie had heard the news the night before about the successful separation of Phale and Cole and, after waiting until a relatively respectable time since she knew her fathers, decided to stop by and visit.

She was, of course, unaware that Phale was currently mortal.

Rather than let herself in with her key, she knocked, not wanting to interrupt, well, anything.

[ditheringangel]

There wasn't anything for Marie to interrupt at the moment. Aziraphale wasn't happy about this fact, but apparently there just wasn't a whole lot he could do about it.

So he answered the door on the first knock, although since he no longer just knew who was there, he pulled the door open just a crack and peeked out.

"Oh, Marie! Er, do come in." He opened the door the rest of the way, shut it quickly behind her, and waved her into the kitchen. "Tea?"

[reformed_rogue]

"Sure," Marie said with a smile, moving to hug her Papa first. "It's good to see you back to, well, you."

[ditheringangel]

Oh, a hug! Yes, he could do with one of those. Aziraphale gave Marie a warm squeeze, and smiled wryly.

"Well, not quite back to normal just yet, but this is a definite improvement over the previous arrangement. I'm sure Cole feels the same way."

He kissed her forehead and moved away to make her tea.

[doctorjwilson]

Wilson had been avoiding a subject all morning.

But he was quickly coming to realize that it couldn't be avoided all day.

"For better or for worse," he muttered to himself as he carried a roll of toilet paper down the stairs with a resolute expression on his face.

It was time to introduce the angel turned mortal to the joys of Charmin, before it became an immediate need.

*cough!*

[ditheringangel]

The angel-turned-mortal had already flailed a bit over discovering that tea was not a substance that was simply absorbed in its entirety by a body.

Then again, he'd also been a big baby rather overreacted to finding his shower was too hot that morning.

"I do know what it's for, James," he sniffed, eying the young doctor as he came into the kitchen.

[doctorjwilson]

"I'm glad," Wilson said, setting the roll down on the table in front of him. "But still, just reminding you of certain needs the mortal body will experience."

After all, Wilson had already had to deal with a paper cut and ensuing whinging today and he just wanted to make sure that nothing else startled the angel.

[ditheringangel]

That paper cut had hurt!

"Quite," Aziraphale murmured, now eying his tea again. "How long can a person go without eating?"

No wonder mortals were always grouching about things. Being alive was a messy prospect!