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Date: September 25th, 2000
Status: Vaguely Public - Sphix, Anathema, Aziraphale, Loki, War, Uriel
Setting: Tadfield Dining Room
Summary: Care to have a bite?



It had been, precisely, one week, and another thirty-three nanoseconds, according to Aziraphale's entirely ethereal* watch.

Not that he was counting.

He had tried not to think about it, and that didn't work; he had tried to think about it, and that went even worse. The only thing left now was to distract himself from it, and all the books in the library did were remind him of his bookshop, and with that the fire, and with that Cr- someone's heroic efforts.

Naturally, Aziraphale did what any angel would do when faced with this situation: he went for lunch, downstairs. It was stubbornly quiet when he walked in - he'd come in a bit early, after all - but it would pick up, he knew. The angel took his newspaper, newly purchased from the front desk, and made himself comfortable.


*It appeared to only keep the hour and minutes, in a grandfather-clock face with Roman numerals, but did far more. 'Appearances were often deceiving' appeared to be a recurring theme this week.

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"Plain?" Loki couldn't believe it. "There is nothing at all plain about black hair. You know, where I come from black is a very rare hair colour and I've always considered it especially attractive, especially on a beautiful lady like you."

He winked at Anathema. Oh, if only he were a little stronger!