Hey, angel. You’ll never guess what I just made.
“My dear, at this point, after knowing you this long, I’m well aware that I truly don’t want to know.”
“Fine. See if I let you answer anything. How do you feel about being characterized as a book-burning health activist with little respect for organized religion and utter disdain for chocolate?”
Aziraphale Glared. With a capital ‘g’.
Crowley Grinned. Also with a capital ‘g’.
“…I’m going to regret this deeply, aren’t I?”