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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Date: August 26th, 1999
Setting: Tadfield Infirmary
Status: Public - Aziraphale & Co, Snape
Summary: Long-term, they didn't know what to feed him. They decide to call in the chef.


Aziraphale resisted the urge to stick out his bottom lip.

"I don't want any more holy water, Crowley. I don't want anymore of this broth." He gestured weakly at the steaming bowl near him. "None of this miso business. Why can't I have some proper food, like sushi or shrimp paella? Something with substance?"

He was, admittedly, cranky. His bandage had just been changed, which was still painful, and a residual headache made him wish his angelic aura was back to full-strength. He thought even half-strength might do.

"I want proper food. I want a full course meal." He knew he sounded like he was whining, but he was too tired - and hungry - to care. "Please," he added, as an afterthought.

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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale unwrapped the nearest.

"I'm certain. Are you, though, certain about working your poor hands? Honestly, it would be so much simpler for me to just feed you by hand."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley squeezed his eyes shut and wondered where Aziraphale had learned to tempt like that. He rubbed his eyes to indicate that he had closed them out of exhaustion rather than an excess of feeling, and opened them again, glancing towards Adam and Gabriel. Seeing them helped him pull together whatever shreds of willpower he had left. He daren't get fed in front of them.

"No," he ground out, heavily. "Really, I'm fine."

He took the roast beef sandwich gingerly, holding it between his massive, bandaged hands and bit into it. It wasn't bad, he decided as he chewed, but Crowley was sure that it would have tasted better if he'd had it hand fed to him.