Garden fetes are terrifying. XD Definitely something dreamed up by humans - they look innocent enough, but the competition is just frightening. People take them way too seriously.

Aziraphale's baking out of pity is very much inspired by the reality of my garden (which inspired the one in the fic) and its endless crops of strawberries. It's very much a case of 'what the hell am I meant to do with these?!' I picked over a hundred today >.< (There will be daiquiri cupcakes tomorrow.)

It's a slippery slope for Aziraphale. He might say he won't care about the winning, but once he's entered... Win for Crowley XD