"No, but neither did I. I got drunk on the network. I hardly think I was in a place to judge your handling of this situation." Not one of his finer moments, really.

Aziraphale thanked their server with a warm smile. The plate set in front of him smelled heavenly.

"Yes. A few--" He sliced a bite that included a little piece of pear and goat cheese, along with his crepe, the better to savor the whole thing as the chef intended. "--Very few I'm aware of, but it has happened." With a happy, surprised wiggle and a pleased sigh, he chewed and swallowed the first bite, then primly dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "I feel like I've been eating the wrong kind of crepes my entire life. Now, uh, you were saying? Are you suggesting we were friends?"