His arrival wasn't a subtle one. Anthony's motorcycle roared up to the curb as he parked the thing in a space and tossed a few coins into the meter. He was holding his hand up in greeting when he walked over to the other gentleman.

"Hey, Aziraphale!"

That small greeting had been the result of an entire evening's worth of practice. Plants were the perfect audience for that sort of thing, never laughing or making rude comments when he had gotten it wrong.

Trepidation was the word as he walked back into that meeting hall. It wasn't so much that he was scared of the Bureau, though they had said to stay out of trouble like that was some kind of warning, but he was worried about what all these returning memories might mean. His first one had been a dozy, the second was rather sweet actually, and the third... well, let's just say he had no plans to take up either singing or babysitting any time soon. Anthony gave the buffet table a wide berth as he reached out for Anakin's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Anakin. Been coming to these things long?"