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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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*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.

*Bernard Says Nothing.*

*she pats his cheek fondly*

You're learning.

No, I've just got a remarkable sense of self-preservation.

Oh yes. I might go all exterminator on you.

'I'll be returning shortly', all that kind of thing.

*A blank look.*

...Huh?

*she pats his arm*

Never mind, never mind. Pop culture.