Aziraphale hailed the waiter, a glimmer in his eyes as he asked the waiter if he would be a dear and fetch their dessert to go, chocolate and raspberry sauce drizzled on cheesecake, with a cherry or two on the side, and the cheque. The waiter, unused to having anyone under the age of fifty refer to him as 'dear', only gave Crowley the most quizzical of looks before dashing off.