Falling in Chocolate

There's Something in the Way They Look Tonight

Much later, as the sun starts to set, Esther puts the finishing touches on a table, right as she hears behind her,

“Oh! Now, what’s this?”

She turns, finding Aziraphale and Crowley watching her, and smiles.

“You’ve been working so hard for the competition, I thought you’d appreciate a break.”

She moves, gesturing, “Come. Sit.”, then moves away as both angel and demon take a seat at the table.

Aziraphale is quick to say, “Thank you, Esther, really.”

Esther shakes her head, “Anything you need, you know where to find me.”, and leaves them alone.

Crowley picks up the champagne first thing, pouring a glass for Aziraphale first, as the angel remarks,

“She deserves a blessing before I go. She was so thoughtful to do this for us.”

Crowley adds, “More thoughtful than you letting me make cupcakes with you?”

At that, Aziraphale gives a good hearted chuckle, as Crowley sets the flute of champagne in front of him, then pours his own, holding it up, in a toast,

“How about some cheers, angel? To the world?”

The angel smiles back, tapping his flute with Crowley’s, unable to keep the fondness out of his voice as he says, “To the world.”

After they sip, Crowley sets his flute down, looking at the angel as he says, “Know something, angel? Sitting here, with this whole spread, and you, reminds me of one of Wilhelmina’s letters. Very inspiring stuff.”

This time Aziraphale gives a light chuckle, almost nervous, as Crowley explains, gesturing with his hands for emphasis,

“She said, 

To My Dear Aziraphale,

My times of ruling often find me missing your company at the oddest of times, in the most odd ways I never thought possible. Today it was at breakfast. All I could think about is every comment you would’ve had on how delicious it was, if you’d been eating it with me.”

Aziraphale says nothing, so Crowley finishes sheepishly,  “Best wishes, Wilhelmina.”

But the angel is still floored, and has to tell him why, “My dear, you went to all the trouble to memorize that?”

Crowley shows no further signs of embarrassment as he admits, “Well, if she was friends with the likes of you, she had to have had a way with words, didn't she?”

Aziraphale nods, with a sad smile, “That she did, dear boy. She absolutely did.”

But before the angel can get too lost in his thoughts, Crowley pulls him out of it again,

“So, angel, we’re officially on a time crunch. It’s only a few days until All Hallow’s Eve, and we’re still not any closer to having a submission for the contest.”

Aziraphale tries to assure him, “We will, my dear, I promise.”

Crowley shakes his head, “You can’t know that.”

Aziraphale shakes his own in response, “Yes I can. You know why? Because it’s us.”

The demon chuckles, then lifts his flute, “Cheers to us, then?”

Aziraphale lifts his in reply, and they toast and sip once more.

As they set their flutes down, Crowley looks out at the view, then back, telling Aziraphale,