It still feels strange in a lot of ways to watch Crowley do mundane little things like rummage around in his pockets for his keys. It's one of those things that feels terribly human and he quite can't decide exactly how he feels about it. In a particular light, he finds it to be charming, but mostly it just reminds him that keys used to only be strictly for appearances.

And alcohol used to be as temporary as he desired. Not that it has stopped him from enjoying it any.

"I believe I could be persuaded," he says as if he were on the fence and not more than welcoming to the idea. It's always lovely to end off the night with something strong, preferably in Crowley's company as well. He thinks that it'll be rather fun to do it at the bar as well once they actually go.

Different atmosphere and all that.

"I've hardly forgotten any of the places we used to frequent, you know," he says, slightly belated as his thoughts round back to the topic. "Do you remember that little corner cafe we used to visit? With the overstuffed pastries?"

Aziraphale thinks about it often, particularly when he's working part-time in the bakery. The bakery here was good, but nothing like back on Earth.