Date: 2019-07-28 06:29 pm (UTC)
serpentinthegarden: (Always with shades)
"You're the angel, you tell me. Miracles are your department."

The platters of food were laid out before them and Crowley found himself picking at a slab of bacon with his fork, just playing with the thing while he pretended not to be watching the angel. If those wings were a tell then, oh let's make a game of it and guess... they were going to fluff. With a waffle as good looking as that they were almost duty bound to fluff!

"Anyway there's no rule that says we have to eat everything... or even take it with us. We can just enjoy what we want and leave the rest behind."

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