Friday Afternoon at 50-A Minoatur Lane
As the day drew on into late afternoon, Aziraphale decided to put in a little research time in the study. He couldn't be certain any of it would be useful, but it at least made him feel as though he was helping. And since he and Wilson had promised to make their private library available to any of the students who wanted to use it, the angel figured getting familiar with what books they did have that could be of help might be a good first step.
Besides, Wilson had summarily banned him from the kitchen, having embarked on preparations for Aziraphale's favorite gravlax. Which meant the angel was happy to busy himself with inventorying and occasionally skimming through the books. With rather frequent trips back and forth to the kitchen, of course.
[ooc: For the fake mate, obviously, and also open to any of Aziraphale and Wilson's students who are in need of the angel's occult library.]
Besides, Wilson had summarily banned him from the kitchen, having embarked on preparations for Aziraphale's favorite gravlax. Which meant the angel was happy to busy himself with inventorying and occasionally skimming through the books. With rather frequent trips back and forth to the kitchen, of course.
[ooc: For the fake mate, obviously, and also open to any of Aziraphale and Wilson's students who are in need of the angel's occult library.]