Aziraphale had been carrying far fewer, practically none, which meant his hands were blessedly free by the time Anthony came along behind them.

He waved. "Hello, Elliott! Oh, goodness, Anthony, you didn't have to get them all in one go," he insisted, doubling back to help relieve Anthony of some of his load. Or at least enough to see his charming face over the top of the tins and to give him an appreciative, pleased smile, grateful for the help. "That was very kind of you. Here, this way," he fussed, hand on Anthony's back to steady him.

"You've really outdone yourself," he said to Elliott, "putting all this together yourself. How many are you expecting?"