He shook himself out of admiring Anthony's strut and hurried after him, hoping Crowley would follow. Someone had to play his Jiminy Cricket and keep him honest.

It was much warmer inside, so Aziraphale began to shrug out of his coat and placed it over one of the unused tables. The bricks and beams gave the interior an industrial era charm that had been somewhat hidden by wedding decor the last time he was here. He had in mind a little teasing comment, something like : why thank you, garçon to Anthony's question about seating, but instead his attention was pulled away to Crowley.

"Look at you both! Now you're sulking. I feel like I shouldn't have come if this is going to amount to little more than me babysitting a spat between you two. We are all reasonable adult people. We can have a civil conversation and lunch together. I don't know what the problem is."