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*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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*her eyes twinkle and she leans forward slightly*

It's beautiful. She'll love it.

*she clears her throat*

Oh, I wagered a bottle of a particularly marvellous wine I have, and should I have won he agreed to let me drive the Bentley.

*His eyes twinkle back ~~because he is sekritly Dumbledore~~, and he smiles, almost giddy.*

Really?

*Then he looks around. No one noticed. At the next, he laughs out loud.*

Well, I'm not surprised he won, then. Aziraphael, that car's his baby.

*she sulks*

I'm almost certain I'm a perfectly adequate driver.

*He raises an eyebrow*

Aziraphael, have you ever driven in your life?

Crowley gave me a driving lesson, actually.

But only the one.

*He bites his lip.*

I think more than one might be required.

*she sighs*

Bernard, I am an angel. I'm sure I'd be able to work it out.

Sooner or later.

And what's worrying Crowley is that it might be later and he'll end up with a wrecked Bentley and possibly a wrecked body.

I don't know that there's all that much damage that can be done at twenty eight miles an hour, my dear.

*He snerks*

No one drives that slow anymore, angel.

Bernard, the speed limit on most roads is thirty miles an hour. And you must always allow for equipment malfunctions.

*He rolls his eyes*

Yes, well, if you're staying in town. But London isn't the best place for a driving lesson, is it?

Heavens to Betsy, Bernard, don't be ridiculous! Of course not. the drivers are suicidal!

No no, he gave me the lesson in a little country town, when we were... checking on things.

Huh.

How do you mean, 'checking on things'?

Well there was a slight... attempted Apocalypse.

...Ah.

Think I heard about that. Somewhat.

Oh, it all worked out fine in the end. We just wanted to ensure it stayed that way.

And did it?

Well... so far. The world is still intact. But Adam and his friends have been in.

Adam? I don't think I've met him. Who're his friends?

Er...

*she looks blank for a moment*

Pepper, Brian and... some kind of cheese.

...Cheese?

*He thinks*

You know, I met a kid named Brian. Weird little fucker. Always seems a little stoned, frankly.

Bernard!

Is that sort of language entirely appropriate? I'm a lady!

*He fixes her with a sardonic look*

Only at the moment.

Well yes, admittedly, but I'm a priss the rest of the time in any case.