" - just think we ought to consider the possibility that it was sent to us for a reason, my dear. That's all."
"Yeah, well. That's what he said."
Three figures
tromp down the stairs into the bar, one after the other. First Andrew, slightly dusty but no worse for the wear after his morning adventure. Then Aziraphael, clutching a large, dark volume to his chest as though it were the Crown Jewels. And then Crowley, rubbing his head irately, an empty banana skin dangling from his other hand.
They pause at the bottom of the staircase, and take in the scene.
"Wow," Crowley says, finally. "You weren't kidding."
[OOC: Three characters, one post; tag any or all.]