Hm, that had been... something. Crowley's own thoughts were much the same as Sylvando's as he passively watched Rose storm out of the room. Clearly that had been the climax of whatever drama had sent the angel out into the streets last night.

At least things were settled then. Loudly enough to wake anyone still asleep, but settled.

"Valorian bouillabaisse. I'm not familiar with that."

Though as his stomach began to ache he realized he would very much like to become familiar with it! Crowley stood and invited himself to stay by gesturing towards Aziraphale's kitchen.

"Course if you are still too tired," he turned back to speak to Aziraphale, "We could save you some for later."

He generously gave the angel an 'out' in case he would rather not have to deal with anymore of this today.