Aziraphale smooths the front of his shirt and sets off, following the path of the sidewalk to their next-door neighbor's door β while Crowley, no doubt, cuts a path clear across the immaculate lawn a few strides behind him.
He knocks once Crowley is at his side, smiles in a perfectly neighborly way, and waits for the appearance of...
...a couple. A perfectly human-shaped couple, both smiling, dressed exactly for the apparent era. They speak in turns, going something like this:]
Ah, you must be the new neighbors! [The husband sticks his hand out to Aziraphale.] We were wondering when we'd get to meet you!
[And then the wife chimes in:] The Fells, right?
[Aziraphale almost forgets to take the offered hand. The Fells.]
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That's that sorted, then.
Aziraphale smooths the front of his shirt and sets off, following the path of the sidewalk to their next-door neighbor's door β while Crowley, no doubt, cuts a path clear across the immaculate lawn a few strides behind him.
He knocks once Crowley is at his side, smiles in a perfectly neighborly way, and waits for the appearance of...
...a couple. A perfectly human-shaped couple, both smiling, dressed exactly for the apparent era. They speak in turns, going something like this:]
Ah, you must be the new neighbors! [The husband sticks his hand out to Aziraphale.] We were wondering when we'd get to meet you!
[And then the wife chimes in:] The Fells, right?
[Aziraphale almost forgets to take the offered hand. The Fells.]