My brain has chosen to plague me with this imaginary conversation between Aziraphale and Crowley. So I'm passing it on to you.
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It's evening. They're seated at the small table in the rear of the bookshop, drinking.
"Crowley? Might I ask you to interpret a phrase I heard earlier?"
"Sure. Wot? Was it in French or something?"
"No. I was out for my morning constitutional in St. James Park. I stopped to feed the ducks, frozen peas of course, darling. When two young ladies, walking hand-in-hand, passed by. One of them said to the other 'when we get home, I'm going to jump your bones'."
*Crowley coughs and sputters, choking on his drink*
"Only, it sounded rather violent, but it was said with such a-affection. I found it quite confusing."
*Crowley, wiping his mouth and finding his composure* "Angel, they were suggesting the two of them get frisky we they got home. Humans... very indirect creatures..."
"Oh... Oh! It was code for 'sexual congress'? Oh, how lovely. I do hope it went well. They were quite handsome together."














