"Really, my dear," Aziraphale admonished as the poor man with his poodle was miraculously moved out of harm's way, and coincidentally inside a nearby chocolate shop, where he was the one-thousandth customer to enter the store. Immediate rewards included about a lifetime supply of chocolate, which made him suddenly popular with the ladies of Tadfield.

"Black Boy Inn?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I hope they have a decent winelist."