It was a simple sort of sandwich but satisfying. He wasn't as in love with the concept of turkey sandwiches as the Americans were but paired with the lettuce and the other fixings it tasted wonderful. Or... maybe it was the company. Here they were talking about these deeply personal feelings and past life experiences and all he could do was grin at Aziraphale like some kind of love-struck fool.

It was that wiggle of contentment as he enjoyed his meal. The cute little smile as he found the taste dancing over his taste buds. His own sandwich grew forgotten as he sat there and lived vicariously through the contented wiggling.

"Did you ever find out what that magic circle was about?"