He started to try to explain the 1940s, but it was a good thing Anthony continued onward because his explanation was basically "Boxier suits. No cellphones. Women wore funny hats. --What's wrong with my tie?"
It was a nice tie. He quite liked bow ties; had a lot of them. Aziraphale pouted just a little and straightened the tie proudly.
"No, listen, I'm sure out of context it sounds like absolute lunacy, but maybe there's a very normal explanation for this. We just have to find it. Put our thinking caps on, right?" He beamed and clapped his hands together as he seized upon an idea. "History professors! There we go. History professors. I taught a lesson on the Reign of Terror and you owe me lunch for it. See?" He was grasping at straws and he knew it. "...No, that's shit."
Probably best to come clean whether he wanted to or not.
"Anthony?" He shifted guiltily in his seat. Then it was his turn to lean in and lower his voice. "Do you suppose there might have been...magic involved in that exploding notebook? Because I'm fairly certain I was studying very real magic in more than a few of my memories lately."
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It was a nice tie. He quite liked bow ties; had a lot of them. Aziraphale pouted just a little and straightened the tie proudly.
"No, listen, I'm sure out of context it sounds like absolute lunacy, but maybe there's a very normal explanation for this. We just have to find it. Put our thinking caps on, right?" He beamed and clapped his hands together as he seized upon an idea. "History professors! There we go. History professors. I taught a lesson on the Reign of Terror and you owe me lunch for it. See?" He was grasping at straws and he knew it. "...No, that's shit."
Probably best to come clean whether he wanted to or not.
"Anthony?" He shifted guiltily in his seat. Then it was his turn to lean in and lower his voice. "Do you suppose there might have been...magic involved in that exploding notebook? Because I'm fairly certain I was studying very real magic in more than a few of my memories lately."