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The hotel room doesn't exactly have a bearskin rug, but it does feature a fireplace; wood-burning and crackling merrily away when they come in. Since none of the other rooms feature fireplaces, the concierge was no doubt surprised when Aziraphael thought to ask that an extra bundle of wood be sent up just after they arrived. They hadn't actually needed it yet, but Aziraphael does like to poke the fire and go about the business of being helpful. They have, after all, come here on his suggestion; the fact that it is rarely dark (or cold, in the angel's opinion) enough for the fire to be truly appropriate is not so important. And the curtains are very heavy, which makes for a convincing artificial night.
It's daylight outside now, though that doesn't mean much in mid-August. Aziraphael has found a tourism book in English (no doubt sent by the helpful concierge along with the bundle of wood), and is marking pages with scraps torn from his airline ticket holder. Waste not, want not.
It's daylight outside now, though that doesn't mean much in mid-August. Aziraphael has found a tourism book in English (no doubt sent by the helpful concierge along with the bundle of wood), and is marking pages with scraps torn from his airline ticket holder. Waste not, want not.