A.J. Crowley

Narnia. You know, Narnia business

I /did/ say I had plans didn't I? Sorry*, might have distracted the angel briefly. If you must know, I took him to Narnia.

*not actually sorry at all.

Maybe we're falsifying tax returns, but I suppose you'll have to wait and /possibly/ see

Wouldn't want to risk accidentally getting some sands of time in your cake. S'alright, I've got an idea anyway...

Not like any of us had /plans/ for February 14th... suppose I'll be making some changes.

You lot take advantage of this while he's feeling generous

Thin ice, art human

And here I thought you were supposed to be the nice one

Saw derringers being mentioned today. Still don't know how this lends weight to a moral argument

Have you given someone an owl sandwich before?

It's been six monarchs since Victoria. I'm reasonably certain you've got more books on how to make the perfect cocoa than that

I have doubts. Wasn't there a bit of an incident last time? With those old stamps?

Got more important things to do than nap just now

Aaangel, fancy seeing you here. Giving books away, again? Should I be preparing for an imminent invasion?
I hope you don't plan to have me deliver those. Busy demon and all that.

Half a dozen, followed by hot chocolate. All the food market humans were in a very generous mood for some reason 😈

The lecture thing was okay, as it happens. Lots of Bond music, and at least they had the sense to hold the thing over a pub.

He found a book of Finnish fairy tales and I found the wine and a log burner, so everyone’s happy.

Word on the Water. It’s a bookshop. Book barge?

The book boat again. He’s inside talking to someone about Baudelaire. Some kind of wine? There needs to be wine somewhere in this.

Bookshop on a boat. Aziraphale’s worried about the books getting wet. We were in there for… a while.

Market stalls with lights and unrealistic pointy stars.

Oysters. Taste like a dish full of cold snot but someone’s happy.

Holy sugar. It’s a neon sign. Pink. No idea why.

Someone turned the back of their old car into a coffee shop. I’m sure there’s a reason for this but nobody’s given me a good one yet.

Taking the angel out for an evening in town. Food market, bookshop, and a lecture thing he wanted to see. Definitely not going to sleep through the talking bit this time.

And their relative orbits can be described by a simple pattern of circles, and if you could see it all in eleven dimensions, it would explain so much to humans about what the universe (and She) is up to.

Have you tasted that stuff? I mean actually tasted it? Setting it on fire’s the best thing you could do with it.

‘Scuse me, Fanny Craddock, but you said that I was free to experiment. Cocktails are easy. You just mix everything up in a big vase and stick an umbrella in it.

Nice bottle. How d’you get the wine out?

One of the newlyweds looking concerned because someone brought a flaming sword to a piñata fight.

You know if you set the wedding place on fire they lose their deposit, right angel? I don’t think they meant ‘smite the piñata’ literally.

I don’t do musicals. Famous for it. Had a bad experience in the seventeenth century and no I don’t want to talk about it.

To the what, now?

Nope. Bigger and mysterious-er.

Ha! Nice try, but you haven’t captured my devilish good looks. I am in fact devastatingly handsome.

Stuff. Things. Activities. Strolling hand in hand towards infinity and causing trouble for no reason.

Bit early for that, isn’t it? Not that I mind — I had them showing Christmas telly in summer and it drives people /wild/.

The convention thing? That was weird. It takes a lot to make him lend his books to people he knows, let alone a bunch of humans he’s never met. Anyone would think he likes you noisy lot.