For JoAnn--Good Omens "Do you miss it?" Crowly asked over tea one day. "Flying, I mean." "Hmm?" Aziraphale stopped rearranging his books and looked up. "What was that?" He banished a jam stain Crowly had been steadily creating on a first edition Locke with a wave of his hand. "Do you miss the flying?" Aziraphale sat back and shook his head. "Oh, no. Well, not terribly anyway. The last time I took a short flight, I was nearly sucked into a jet engine." "You too, then?" Crowly sighed and scowled into his tea. "Bloody aeroplanes." "Indeed." Aziraphale went back to his books. "Well. I find that it's no great loss. I always was allergic to down." |