A tartan blanket had been spread out on the floor of Crowley’s living room. With a snap of Crowley’s fingers, the dim room was alight with candles.
"I made everything myself.." Aziraphale said proudly as he unpacked the food. "I'm especially proud of the blueberry muffins. I've always wanted to make those. And I brought wine…."
As the two ate their meal, Aziraphale said. "You know Crowley, you did have a point when we spoke earlier."
"Oh?" replied Crowley as he refilled their wine glasses.
"Yes." Aziraphale nodded. " I think there is no harm in us resuming and sticking to our new routine where you come to the shop."
Crowley smiled from ear to ear. "I think that's a grand idea angel."
The End.
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Good Omens Lockdown 2 (Bad Omens Prequel Short Story)
Historia CortaAziraphale has gone much too slow for Crowley, who has waited patiently for 6,000 years...
