Aziraphale isn't far behind him. He pushes his chair back into place against the table, hoping to lessen some of the work of the waitstaff, before falling into step with Crowley on his way out the door. He walks a little closer than he used to, but still not too-too close.

"Your books as well," he remarks as if that were an important point. He did need a place to put his magical texts and tomes from his schooling and personally, Aziraphale thought the idea of sharing a space for their books was a little bit on the romantic side.

"A cabinet would look nice in the den," he agrees easily. He's already thinking about what type they might get and where they might position it for best effect. "I'd like to have the sort that allows you to hang your wine glasses upside down for storage."

He taps a finger against his chin.

"Doubtful we could go wrong with a phonograph either."

It might really liven things up to have some music in the house.