Chapter Text
Epilogue
"Hello, is this Mr Crowley? Ah yes Mr Crowley, I am just calling to say the car is ready to be collected. The paintwork is dry…..Yes….Yes it looks fantastic. She's a real beauty isn't she? Really, looks like new….Okay….Yeah, no problems mate…We are open til six. Righto….see you then."
¾‖: ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ :‖
"A six-month cruise ship, you say? Well, Furfur can cover for a while during the summer. Yes, that's no problem, what does your new boyfriend think? He doesn't mind….Ahuh….Oh, that's wonderful, Crowley. I am so pleased you are finally getting back on your feet. You're a diamond, Crowley. If you come in a little early today, we can look at the paperwork and talk logistics…..Oh, and Crowley?....Chuffed for you."
¾‖: ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ :‖
"Hello, Shadwell sign painting. Yes, Aziraphale Fell here. No…No… The work is wonderful….Your painter is very talented…. It's just that…Yes…Yes, I am sure he is very proud…Yes, it was meant to say Crowley, not Co… (illegible muttering in the background) ...You know what…It doesn't matter…Never mind…We will get used to it…Thank you…Send over the invoice, yes….Yes…No problem…Good day."
¾‖: ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ :‖
"Now, if you repeat after me…I, Anthony Jay Crowley (unexpected laughing) . I am sorry, gentlemen... Is everything alright? (Yeah, sorry, sorry - clears throat. My apologies ma'am) … I, Anthony Jay Crowley, do take you, Aziraphale Fell, to be my lawfully wedded husband (Ah, hum…I, Anthony Jay Crowley, do take you, Aziraphale Fell…….) "
¾‖: ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ :‖
"Uncle Coleeee…. (Ah hiya, my little demonlings) Mum said we are all coming to yours this weekend. We got cupcakes….Yes! Yes! We can eat them at your baa baa sheep que. (Chuckling) Can we go to the beach? Build sandcastles? (Of course, but you know my fortress is impenetrable. You will need a mighty castle to beat me) Yeaaah!"
¾‖: ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ :‖
"Crowley! CROWLEY! (tap-tap-tap) Don't shout at the plants, Crowley (Crowley waving through beyond the window, indicating he can't hear, Aziraphale knows damn well he can). You're going to….Urgh… You are scaring the neighbours (clatters a mixing bowl on the draining board) ."
¾‖: ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ | ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ :‖
"I love you, Crowley."
"I know, angel. I know."