As far as dinner is concerned, Aziraphale has already had his fill. A nice meal, nice wine, and even nicer company. He offers a nod towards Crowley, picking up his napkin to dab at his mouth. "I am, yes. Thank you," he tells him as soon as he places it down on the table, neatly folding it.

He takes his time with it, still still thinking about what their home might need. He agrees that some paint might do it a world of good, but it wouldn't help it look any less sparse than it is. He taps his fingers against the back of the chair as he stands.

"What about something for the walls? A painting or two and perhaps some shelves?"