Aziraphale's bookshop (open post)

[sohoangel]

A.Z. Fell and Co.'s bookshop has stood on the same corner in London's vibrant Soho district since it was established in 1800. The hours posted in the store window seem more like a deterrent than anything, but to anyone who was formally invited, or simply has uncanny timing, the store will miraculously be open.

The shop smells like old books, pleasantly so to welcome visitors, and occasionally like baking. If Aziraphale is not behind the till, then he will come find you soon. Seeking him out, especially if you are trying to buy something, will prove fruitless.

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[sohoangel]

"I don't actually know the answer to that," Aziraphale admits. "You'd have to ask Crowley, he knows more about what the other demons get up to. Crowley enjoys food, too, although he has less of a sweet tooth than me."

Hopefully the thought of talking to Crowley doesn't make her anxious. Although far flashier than Aziraphale (and more dramatic, the angel would argue, despite being a bit of a drama queen himself at times), it's almost all for show. He certainly doesn't toss his power about, and in some ways he's even better at living among humans than Aziraphale is.

He gives Nike a warm smile. "Yes, exactly. And you can ask as many questions as you like, my dear. That's how we learn." Aziraphale didn't always feel that way, but human curiosity has given him such insight into how the world works, he doesn't think of it as a vice the way other angels might. "Now, then... I've lost track of our mugs, I'm afraid. Is there anything left for us to try?"