Oh yes, let the war of cake and flowers begin! :D *belly rub*
Funny how Crowley treats his garden (I bet that he also pets the plants when no one is looking and groons 'you're growing big, aren't you, beautiful?'), while Aziraphale gets into cooking out of sheer pity for the fruits. Crowley is corrupting his angel indeed to very low depths of... entering a competition. :p
My favourite moment: Crowley grimaced. “Aren’t these things one of yours?” he asked. Aziraphale blinked at him. “Hardly,” he replied. “I thought they were yours.” They exchanged a look over their scones and tea. “Humans,” they said in unison.
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Date: 2014-06-06 04:47 pm (UTC)From:Funny how Crowley treats his garden (I bet that he also pets the plants when no one is looking and groons 'you're growing big, aren't you, beautiful?'), while Aziraphale gets into cooking out of sheer pity for the fruits.
Crowley is corrupting his angel indeed to very low depths of... entering a competition. :p
My favourite moment:
Crowley grimaced. “Aren’t these things one of yours?” he asked.
Aziraphale blinked at him. “Hardly,” he replied. “I thought they were yours.”
They exchanged a look over their scones and tea. “Humans,” they said in unison.
These are forces of good and evil.... XD