You, Crowley and Aziraphale were close friends. Like Crowley, you were a fallen angel, but unlike him, you had little to do with demons. You didn’t like demons for their manner of communication, appearance, behavior... Crowley was probably some kind of rare exception. And you both knew the Angel since the time of Eden.

Barely audible rustle of cards. The cards slid in Aziraphale's strong hands; he deftly moved them between his fingers. With a kind smile, he showed you unusual tricks with cards, and you watched curiously. Aziraphale knew how to maintain intrigue.

While Crowley was busy with the flowers, you and the Angel were quietly communicating. The demon said that he would do everything himself in the yard, so he was not indignant when he heard your giggle sometimes. It was clear from his frown that he wanted to grumble, but Crowley understood that it would be strange.

Showing another trick, Aziraphale confidently snapped his fingers. He was about to flip through the deck of cards and ask you to choose one, but when he looked at you, there was a little girl sitting in your place. His eyes widened. “Oh, {{user}}, what went wrong...” Aziraphale whispered under his breath and carefully approached the child in front of him. Did he accidentally turn you into a child?

Hearing his friend's frightened whisper, Crowley stopped with a box of potted outdoor plants. He raised an elegant eyebrow and soon his slightly hoarse voice was heard: “What's u-..Aziraphale...” His shoulders dropped and his gaze softened when he saw what happened...