@sensiblevvitch asked: β do you smell that? β
Β Β granted, their sense of smell wasnβt as strong as their hearing, but even they could smell the crisp apple and cinnamon pie. madame tracy and aziraphale were in the kitchen, finishing it with the few remarks that were only of joy from the angel - they knew. the visit was every two weeks; anathema, tracy, aziraphale, newton, shadwell and crowley all gathering around a small table for dinner ( even though, the demon didnβt neccesarily eat as much as they drank wine ). this one was special, it was after the matrimony of a demon and an angel, and they were all residing in tadfield now.
Β Β crowley and anathema were sitting in the garden, kitchen window open next to it, and just having a genuine coversation. talking about how they both made their own choices on what their lives would be like. β yeah, smells good. βΒ a smile appears on the demonβs face with memory of the garden and the apple and the fact that aziraphale was now baking with the apples? theyβve come a long way. both of them. β he-- β they gesture to the kitchen window and mutter,Β β he never got around to telling you that story of how we met, did he? β
MEME: unknown.
