There were certainly better sandwiches to be had, but he was short on time, so turkey had to do the trick. And he quite enjoyed it, in the pinch, and it was so very American, turkey. He still didn't find an appeal in the bird as a whole centerpiece dish--a good ham or roast was infinitely better--but it made for a quaint American sandwich.

He barely even noticed his own wiggling, it was such a part of his own dining experience. But he did notice Anthony looking at him and it put him on the spot--cheeks blushing pink and eyes looking away. Oh, goodness, he liked those eyes on him.

"No, I got so far as drawing it out on my floor and making myself note cards with the words I expect are required." He dabbed at the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "But that was just a couple of days ago, after Elliott posted about his own powers, and so I haven't given it a try yet. Thought it might be a dangerous endeavor."

Which was, in a way, alluring. Aziraphale licked his lips. "I'm not sure I can produce results, but given that exploring powers seem to be in the en vogue thing right now... If you're not busy in a few days," he said, not anticipating the further upheaval of their lives this week, nor how testing his magic would suddenly be the farthest thing from his mind (because surely a called off engagement was the strangest their week could offer), "you're welcome to come over while I test it. We could make an evening of it? A nice wine, a little dessert, a bit of hocus pocus?"