Aziraphale had been a bit worried when his dear friend came to him in such a tizzy. When they said they had to talk, his worry only grew. Had something happened? Was there some sort of cause for concern that he had missed? They sat now in the bookshop, and he was completely still. Listening, his eyebrows furrowed in brief consideration of their words.

“Oh my! That’s fascinating!” he finally let out a breath. He leaned forward a bit, excitement lighting his features. “Humans can be so creative with their labels. Tell me more, please! What are your... er... pronouns, yes?”