Crowley lingered a little longer by Aziraphale's bedside. They did have a great deal to talk about but it could be later. A bath sounded divine even to the demon, but food was irritatingly essential apparently and the scent of that soup was calling to him.

"There's probably some kind of wine around."

He would look for some and bring a glass, or a even a bottle with him, if he found one. Crowley was not intimidated by the possible lack of protective bubbles.

Then he followed Sylvando's trail to the kitchen leaving Aziraphale blissfully alone to recuperate.

The kitchen was a well organized one but never really having had need of a kitchen before now Crowley wasn't really sure where to look for bowls, or spoons, those might have been nice things to have too. He opened up each cabinet and drawer he came to and pawed through them.

"Do you always do this, introduce yourself with food?"