"Oh? You're thinking something for me and my shininess to be perfectly at home in, I suppose. I'm quite all right with staying in Tadfield, assuming we find a restaurant up to your standards of shiny. You seem quite doubtful of that." Aziraphale twinkled at him, and changed his clothing with a twist of his wrist*.

"Much better," he sighed, patting down the long and slightly overstarched kilt. "I like a nice breeze around my- oh, Crowley, I'm just joking, don't look so horrified. Here," he said, with another gesture, and found he was wearing a pale blue dress shirt and tan trousers. He still had on his favoured tweed jacket, but it was still better than his "work clothes".


*There was no need for theatrics but Aziraphale was rather fond of doing such hand-flappy things, ever since his days as a magician.