It was a nice day. Unlike six thousand years ago, not all the days had been nice, although a good chunk of them were. In some places, anyway.

Crowley and Aziraphale were in the kitchenette in the back of the book shop. Crowley had made a batch of cupcakes, red velvet ones to be precise. He iced them and gave one to Aziraphale, and the angel took it happily, taking a bite. He was always happy to try some human food.