Aziraphale shaded his eyes, looking down the tables. "Oh, I don't think they've got one out yet. Here," he said, miracling one, and passed it over to the girl, without glancing up from ladelling his plate full of the rather mesmerizing dishes.
He'd come down late from the library, enthralled in the books and lost in one particularly arcane text that he'd acquired, following his nose to the wonderful smells of the banquet outside in the late afternoon sunshine that had floated through the open third-floor window and hastily reminded him that he liked eating.
Besides, Aziraphale thought, patting not-as-muscular-as-it-had-been stomach, he needed to get back into his old, far more comfortable shape.
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Date: 2006-08-04 11:08 pm (UTC)He'd come down late from the library, enthralled in the books and lost in one particularly arcane text that he'd acquired, following his nose to the wonderful smells of the banquet outside in the late afternoon sunshine that had floated through the open third-floor window and hastily reminded him that he liked eating.
Besides, Aziraphale thought, patting not-as-muscular-as-it-had-been stomach, he needed to get back into his old, far more comfortable shape.