A visit to the record shop does sound fun. Crowley studies the night sky thoughtfully as they walk, trying to remember the sort of background music he might have heard in places he's been in and out of. Trying to imagine what sort of amusement he might get out of being in a record shop while they're there. Could switch around records in their slip cases. Might be a laugh.

"Bound to be a place that sells them somewhere," he agrees. He's not sure if that's true, but it sounds likely. They can work out the fine details later. "Be a nice little day trip."

Something to pass the time. Something to do together. His lips flickers, faintly amused as he thinks about something, then he glances sideways as they walk -- waits for Aziraphale's attention to flit back to him.

"Did you know theatre is actually banned here?"

A fact that's bound to wind Aziraphale up.