They were lucky to have each other, to be able to make light of their shared predicament without judging each other crazy. If one was crazy, they both were; two sides of the same coin. Weathering this together felt appropriate. This was a perk of their friendship, confiding and enjoying these secrets that their non-Different relationships would never understand. And when one had a nice demon, one had to give him grief about it.

"The stars. Right." Tempted Eve AND hung the stars, did he? Quite the busy one, Anthony was.

Gifted. Aziraphale glanced down into the space between their bodies suggestively, even if that wasn't intended as innuendo. And so, since he was already accused of cheekiness, he figured he might as well double-down on it.

"What do I do? I don't know what you mean, my dear. Other than have a picnic?"