It must be spring

[serpentinthegarden]

 The rose blossom popped open, producing a gorgeous bloom and Crowley glared at it disapprovingly. 

"Not yet! June I said! You're all meant to be blooming your brightest in June... It doesn't mean a thing if you do it early."

The rose dutifully folded back up to conserve it's strength for June as Crowley looked back towards the mound of cupcakes he had sitting on a table in his temporary workspace out in the castle training gardens. This sort of work couldn't be done inside... not when you were going as big and as flashy as he was. With a snap of his fingers the cupcakes turned into a much larger golden clad pillar of a cake. 

"Hm, might be too much 'golden throne'.'

He tried again and this time the cake was even larger with so many spires and decorations it almost looked more like a model than a cake.

"That's very 'cathedral'." Crowley frowned and tilted his head at some of the decorations, "Not sure about the little cherubs. I mean once you've met one they lose their charm... More modern maybe."

Crowley snapped his fingers again and this cake looked like it had flying flowers cascading their way around the center cake.

"Should it be all white? Nothing says a wedding cake had to be all white. I could add a touch of spice!"

And once again the cake transformed. This time into something black and red with a touch of angel. As he stood back admiring his work Crowley caught sight of a flash of light. His mirror was sitting out on the table and had apparently been capturing the whole display. His frown deepened instantly as he rolled his head in dramatic fashion but collected the mirror to do a touch of damage control.

"So I'm looking for a cake design, it's no big deal. I had thought it would be secret but... since it's not. Lydia, up for a job in June?"

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[serpentinthegarden]

Eh, the distinctions between genders were always a foggy area from him really. Crowley knew they were different but had only recently been granted any kind of window into just how different they could be.

"Names. I want names... also details, when, where and how?"

[strangeandunusual]

"Crowley!" She squeaked a little, glancing around the garden. Okay. It was just them, it was okay.

"Rose," she said to her shoes. "Not Tyler, the other one. And ... Dreamfinder. No details, nothing's happened, I just ... she's so strong and smart, and pretty ... and he understood me from the moment I met him. Please don't tell them, I'd be so embarrassed."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Oooo..." Crowley winced at the mention of a certain name. "She doesn't like me. Probably because of that whole... accidentally setting her on fire thing."

But really, if you will roll through a flaming wall these things will happen.

"Dreams alright, absentminded but well-meaning."

He shrugged and held his hands out like he was the most innocent of all demons ever.

"I'm not a cupid, who would I tell? You... thinking about doing anything about it?"

The clearly a demon and not a cupid innocently asked, not in any way meant to inspire her to confess to one or both of them. Her choice.

[strangeandunusual]

"You set her on fire? ... Well, I mean ... it was an accident. I'm sure if you give her enough time she'll be okay, right?"

She really didn't want to talk about her side of things at the moment: she was still pretty shocked to realize that she loved them both by his description of things. Rose, especially, was a great deal older, and with Dreamfinder missing, well, maybe she was putting things out of proportion because she was worried. Yes, that had to be it.

[serpentinthegarden]

"I dunno. Some people hold grudges over silly little things like that."

People could be so petty Lydia!

"And no! I didn't set her on fire. I brought up a ring of fire around her and Atem when they were battling in front of Winifred. I didn't want him getting his knife back when he was all murderous zombie whack job."

[strangeandunusual]

"Maybe she's from one of those worlds where backwards village mobs set things they don't understand on fire. Who knows. ... You had good intentions. I'm glad Sylvando, Fenton and I weren't the only ones worried about keeping Atem safe."

She sighed, troubled, even though she was glad they weren't focusing on her crushes anymore. "I hope something like that doesn't happen again. Seeing him and Eleanor like that was more than enough."

[serpentinthegarden]

"I doubt it will... how many times can witches come to town and cause trouble?"

There weren't that many of them for a start.

"I hope those three don't escape any time soon. They are bound to hold a grudge."

[strangeandunusual]

"Do I look like Macbeth to you?" She smirked. "But yeah, you're right. Merlin took care of it, though, he said. I'll tell you one thing, though, if anything even tries to go wrong during your wedding it's going to have a whole lot of angry Apprentices to contend with."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Actually you do have a certain, 'something wicked this way comes' look about you."

He said with an answering smirk that faded into a grin at the solidarity. He never expected that a group of people might actively form an army to protect Aziraphale and his special day. It was almost enough to conjure up one of those gushy friendly sorts of feelings demons weren't meant to have.

"Guess I should say thanks for that."

[strangeandunusual]

"Hey, thanks." She grinned, taking it as the compliment it was obviously meant to be, though a teasing edge snuck into it as she continued. "And you don't have to - I can get the picture without you having to draw it and possibly hurt yourself."