Recovering From Teh Emoo, MCA #4
Feeling so much more cheerful now that the bizarre beast in the park had been defeated, Aziraphale left the box of cookies for whatever squirrels, ducks, what have you might be roaming around the park. Then he headed back home, stashing the frock coat and top hat in the back of the closet, and then settling into the kitchen to cook.
No baking this time, though. The angel decided he'd had enough cookies for one weekend. Instead, it was his famous eggs and toast, which didn't sound like much but were a favorite of a certain young doctor.
He also left the apartment door open, in case anyone felt like dropping in.
[ooc: Post is so very open to anyone who'd like to stop by and celebrate not being emo. Unless emo is your general condition, in which case stop by for eggs and toast!]
No baking this time, though. The angel decided he'd had enough cookies for one weekend. Instead, it was his famous eggs and toast, which didn't sound like much but were a favorite of a certain young doctor.
He also left the apartment door open, in case anyone felt like dropping in.
[ooc: Post is so very open to anyone who'd like to stop by and celebrate not being emo. Unless emo is your general condition, in which case stop by for eggs and toast!]