"Noon would be splendid." How lovely would that be? Lunch with Anthony and then maybe they would stroll the gardens and Aziraphale could pretend to admire the art while he told Anthony about the memory. It would be picturesque. It would be sweet. Maybe even a little romantic--
Aziraphale froze, glass raised for the toast. His face turned a little rosy. A picnic. Did Anthony already know? Or had he maybe had a memory of that future picnic?
He took too large a gulp and then cleared his throat.
"Yes. Right. That would be lovely." He had to remind himself that Grace was here and he was making an utter fool of himself over Anthony. Really. He was old enough to know better than to be tripping over himself daydreaming about picnics with an attractive man.
Oh, but it would be so very nice. "What would you like me to bring? Anything in particular?"
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Aziraphale froze, glass raised for the toast. His face turned a little rosy. A picnic. Did Anthony already know? Or had he maybe had a memory of that future picnic?
He took too large a gulp and then cleared his throat.
"Yes. Right. That would be lovely." He had to remind himself that Grace was here and he was making an utter fool of himself over Anthony. Really. He was old enough to know better than to be tripping over himself daydreaming about picnics with an attractive man.
Oh, but it would be so very nice. "What would you like me to bring? Anything in particular?"