Ah lunch! What Anathema wanted right now was a salad sandwhich which was a few inches high. Perhaps with a bit of something else. She was hungry today, as she had skipped breakfast and she headed to the dining room with thoughts of food flitting through her brain.

The dining room wasn't empty when she walked in though. Aziraphale was sittign at one of the tables, a newspaper in his hands, looking worse than the last time she had seen him.

Without a word, she went and joined him. It looked like the angel could use some company.