aziraphale: *deep in thought*
maggie: penny for your thoughts, mr. fell?
aziraphale, looks up: hmm? oh, sorry, maggie. I was just thinking about⊠*pauses* well, it doesnât matter
maggie, pats his arm: can I give you some advice?
aziraphale, curious: yes, please
maggie, smiles: go for it. grab the bull by the horns, donât waste another second *glances at the back room* he worships you, you know
aziraphale, stunned: wha- he does?
maggie, rolls her eyes: oh, come off it. donât tell me you havenât noticed the way he looks at you. heâs besotted
crowley, leaving the back room, carrying tea: you have far too much sugar, angel *puts the cup and plate of ginger nuts on the table* literally the worst taste in biscuits ever
crowley, looking between them: what?
maggie, smug: we were just talking about mr fellâs not-so-secret admirer. you wouldnât happen to know anything about that, would you, mr. crowley?
crowley, scoffs, sweating: what? no. why would I know anything? or care even. because I donât. knowâŠor care, even
aziraphale, thinking: I suppose now that I think about it I had an idea. but itâs so preposterous! *chuckles self-consciously* why would someone like him go forâŠwell, me
crowley, sarcastic: yeeeah who wants someone funny, charming, irritatingly kind and disgustingly cute to spend their life with? *shakes his head* theyâd be an idiot not to want you, angel
aziraphale, shakes his head: even so I cannot see myself and gabriel in a relationship. I must let him down gently *leaves*
maggie, tapping her chin: I mean, heâs an idiot, sure, but youâre in love with him so I donât know who the biggest loser is here
crowley, depressed: oh, itâs definitely me
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