There would be no The Sound of Music played in their home if Aziraphale has any say in the matter—and he does. He has quite a lot of say, actually. As someone of more refined taste, he will surely have no issues finding something pleasing to listen to once they acquire a phonograph and perhaps even a few things a bit more to Crowley's tastes as well.

It's an exciting thought, thinking about how to make their cottage a home for the both of them. What would that even look like? Surely Crowley would have his own opinions about style and placement!

"I would assume they have their own particular brand of music. . . Since, well, everything here is so different already," he remarks idly. There are many similarities to Earth to be found, but even more that is just completely foreign. It makes him wonder. Did they have songs about their bonded? About transformations? About these strange parts of everyday life?

They must.

"We ought to go down to a record shop when we have the time!" he announces, already delighted.

It would be fun to hole up in a listening booth for a few hours to sample music.