Aziraphale softened. Poor Anthony. It was awfully hard to go this whole Different business alone, and last Aziraphale heard, the man had been avoiding any interaction with them or the Bureau. But one could only keep your head in the sand so long before it bit you in the ass. Or at least wore on you. He knew that the hard way.

"Hours? That's going a long way for a snack." He couldn't recall the last time he'd had crepes. Did they have them at the winter village? No, those were waffles. Goodness, now he could go in for something a bit decadent. Sassy remarks about using Yelp or that Anthony would do better to go to France if he was so picky fizzled out. "Quite a connoisseur, hm? I haven't had a crepe in ages. Sounds rather good right now, actually. Not sure I'd know a good one from a mediocre one at this point, though."

He gave Anthony another slower consideration, coy smile playing over his lips.

"Have I? I admit you left quite the impression yourself."