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[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

[Unsurprisingly, Aziraphale is at a table in the library, amidst a very large pile of books and papers. He's obviously been taking notes (not all of which are in something most people will recognize as a language), and his shiny new cell phone is under a layer of dust. He would be as well, but he keeps getting up to get more books, or shift piles around so the table doesn't break. He hasn't learned anything about the Plane, but he's read loads of books he's been meaning to.]

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[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

[He takes his seat, giving the demon a smile as he does so.]

Is there some special occasion I've forgotten about?

[eyesofaserpent]

Not that I know of.

Er... We're having venison medallions in a balsamic raspberry reduction on a bed of sweet potato puree. And to drink we have a bottle of Pernod-Ricard Perrier-Joet I happened to find in the bar.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

It sounds wonderful. And it smells lovely.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pulls the champagne bottle out of the bucket and pours it into both flutes.]

I hope you like it.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

There's no reason I wouldn't.

[He settles himself more comfortably in his chair, and places his napkin on his lap. With that out of the way, he cuts a bite of the venison. He's not at all surprised by how amazing it tastes.]

This is absolutely delicious, dear.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He digs in himself, appreciating the taste.]

Er... Thanks...

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

I'll have to cook something next time.

[eyesofaserpent]

I look forward to it, then.

[He smiles warmly at the angel and sips his champagne.]

It's been a while since I've had your cooking.