Crowley thinks about that, pushing to his feet and setting some money down on the table to cover the meal.

"Painting might be nice. Shelves be good, so you got somewhere to put your books."

Since that is the presumed use of these shelves, allowing Aziraphale to build a budding book collection. What else would they use it for after all? Little cat ornaments?

He folds the rest of his money away, moves up beside Aziraphale and begins to walk slowly toward the exit.

"Drinks cabinet?" he suggests. Something practical, bit of furniture to fill the space. Plus, they do both like a drink.