Baking lesson for angelic_asshole

[sohoangel]

When Balthazar PINpoints into Aziraphale's bookshop, the first thing he'll likely notice are the sheer number of books filling the space from floor to ceiling. The second thing he might notice is the celestial magic protecting the books and the fact that the shop is heavily warded against prying celestial and infernal eyes.

The third thing he might notice is the distinct smell of a demon, alongside the scent of old books and the angel's cologne. However, the only visible person in the shop is Aziraphale, who has taken the liberty of closing early to accommodate the other angel. He's standing behind the till when Balthazar arrives, but quickly walks around it to greet his guest.

"Hello, dear, glad you could make it. I have everything laid out in the kitchen upstairs, if you're ready for that lesson."

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[sohoangel]

"I understand, dear." Aziraphale is happy to play the role of confidant. He didn't have one for the longest time, except for Crowley, but that meant certain topics (i.e. his feelings for Crowley) couldn't be discussed. It's nice to be able to do that for someone else.

It would not have been a tragedy had Balthazar taken a longer time to shred the courgettes, but the speed at which he does so is impressive. "Perhaps you have an innate talent for it. I didn't expect to be as good at baking as I've become, either. It was always easier to simply buy what humans have made, but this has become a very fun hobby for me. Here, go ahead and dump them into the bowl here and I'll stir them in."

[angelic_asshole]

"You know what? Maybe I do! Fancy that."

Balthazar was perking up a little bit after his rather intimate discussion regarding Jack's alien heritage. Who would have known that he would be good at cooking? Maybe it helped that his vessel, Seth, used to do a lot of wild cooking out in the woods during his survival training. Being an explorer he had to learn to cook for himself otherwise he'd end up starving out in some godforsaken place. Dumping the courgettes into the bowl, he smiled at Aziraphale.

"You know---this is all rather stress relieving. Do you come out here often to cook and unwind?"

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale's talent comes from being able to follow a recipe down to the minutest detail, although he's learned some tips and tricks along the way. He smiles at Balthazar and stirs the shredded courgettes into the batter.

"It is, isn't it? I'm usually up here in the mornings. Crowley likes to sleep in, and I barely sleep at all, so I pop into the kitchen and bake for the day. It's a different matter in the evening, I like to unwind with a glass of wine and some music while I read."

The back of his bookshop used to be his sanctuary, but now that extends to the flat above, once he and Crowley turned it into a proper home.

"Now, then. The batter, you'll note, is rather lumpy, but that's perfectly fine for this specific recipe." He snaps his fingers, and a greased muffin pan sits on the counter, colorful muffin liners in each tin. "We'll pour a little into each one, about halfway. That will give it room to rise. Does Jack have a kitchen? Where will you do your cooking, when you're there?"