An izakaya bar! Crowley looks over in surprise, openly interested in this.
"Might be fun," he allows, "haven't done that in ages. Do you remember that little place in Soho you liked? Used to go there for lunch sometimes."
He wonders, distantly, if it's weird to miss sushi bars when he so rarely even ate. It was more the feeling of them, he supposes. They'll have to check it out. He begins digging for his keys as they walk further, thinking about sushi bars still and what else he misses. His car. Bad television. Definitely good music, phonograph is on the nose there. Films with too many explosions.
"Tempt you to a nightcap?" he offers, glancing sideways at Aziraphale again.
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"Might be fun," he allows, "haven't done that in ages. Do you remember that little place in Soho you liked? Used to go there for lunch sometimes."
He wonders, distantly, if it's weird to miss sushi bars when he so rarely even ate. It was more the feeling of them, he supposes. They'll have to check it out. He begins digging for his keys as they walk further, thinking about sushi bars still and what else he misses. His car. Bad television. Definitely good music, phonograph is on the nose there. Films with too many explosions.
"Tempt you to a nightcap?" he offers, glancing sideways at Aziraphale again.