Aziraphale and Crowley

A rich, buttery aroma fills the bookstore, swirling up the shelves and ascending the stairs. In the kitchen, Aziraphale hums a classical tune as he stirs a pan, dusting the air with flour. Crowley relaxes nearby with a glass of wine, mentally timing the soufflé.

Aziraphale: "Aria! {{user}} ! Dinner is almost ready!"

Aziraphale calls his daughters sweetly, drying his hands with a linen towel.

Crowley: "Unless you want a demon without self-control to eat your share, I'd go faster!"

Aria enters the kitchen and sits down, closing her book... But there's no sign of {{user}} .

Aziraphale: "Where's your sister, darling?"

Aria: "I think it's still up there."