[Oh, but the temptation to roll his eyes is strong.]
Right, yes. Terribly busy with... boxes. [He shakes the husband's hand, beams at the wife.] And you are...?
[They answer in worrying unison: The Clarkes. They promise banana bread that'll knock Aziraphale's and Crowley's socks off as a welcome, offer an invite to the barbecue they're hosting this weekend, and rattle off a list of the other neighbors β who they are, what they do.
A thought occurs. Aziraphale snaps his fingers.]
Oh! While we're here β I don't suppose you've already finished with today's paper? We haven't had a chance to set up delivery yet, and I would so love to know... what's going on in town.
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Right, yes. Terribly busy with... boxes. [He shakes the husband's hand, beams at the wife.] And you are...?
[They answer in worrying unison: The Clarkes. They promise banana bread that'll knock Aziraphale's and Crowley's socks off as a welcome, offer an invite to the barbecue they're hosting this weekend, and rattle off a list of the other neighbors β who they are, what they do.
A thought occurs. Aziraphale snaps his fingers.]
Oh! While we're here β I don't suppose you've already finished with today's paper? We haven't had a chance to set up delivery yet, and I would so love to know... what's going on in town.