Oh! Peach thief! You realize, of course, this means war. As Crowley as bringing back a slice of peach, Aziraphale steals the very end off one of his sausages. It is delicious.

"What exactly do you plan to do for fun?" He was curious, though at the same time a bit arch about it. "There's no nightlife to speak of. No seedy little clubs you can show off at. Not even a phone line to tie up." A smirk. "Perhaps you can do a spot of Nannying to relax."