That was no way to think, just because a stupid ex-nun misinterpreted a blamelessly hostile situation. That way lay madness. That way lay an angel with disapprovingly pursed lips and pitying pale eyes and "My dear boy, I'm so *very* sorry, but..." and Armageddon would come as a relief after that, really.

Certain that they will no longer be bothered, Crowley and Aziraphale meet to dine at The Ritz, where they make a big decision in their lives- to move in together. What will happen when an angel and a demon both share the same house?...

Our story begins again, or rather continues, a few months after the world explosion escaped and just before the beginning of new problems. It continues with an angel and a demon who, by saving the earth, have created new bonds not only with humans but also between the darker factions of heaven and hell.

Aziraphale would forgive him, of course. He always did. That had always been the Hell of it. It had been stupid to think things would be any different this time. It was a game they had been playing a long, long time, and he was all kinds of fool and idiot if he was going to suddenly start taking it seriously, even if only a few days ago he had thought Aziraphale was dead. Our side. It would be nice, really nice, if there was an *our side.* To be honest with himself, there was nothing in all the universe he wanted more. "I'll pick you up at eight," he repeated to the closed door, and headed back to the flat to take it out on the plants.