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[a_fell]

*it can be assumed that it's something heavy on the tubas, that he's singing to himself. It seems to involve far too large an amount of 'om-pom-pom's to be anything else.

There is also the occasional 'tiddly'*

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[called_lioness]

Lucy can't help grinning at the man's song.

[a_fell]

*Aziraphael smiles back. He's feeling particularly cheerful*

[called_lioness]

"Are you having a good day, then?" She can't imagine he's having any other sort, really.

[a_fell]

Oh, rather, yes. Terribly productive. I met a nice young man at a car boot sale who had a stunning collection of books from the early twentieth century, and he was most reasonable as far as price went. And then we got to talking over a vile cup of tea, and he agreed to take me along to a couple of salvage missions he's got lined up.

How are you, my dear?

[called_lioness]

"How early in the twentieth century?" As Lucy is from 1949, and even knowing this is the end of the universe, it sounds a bit silly to her. "And I'm fine, thank you. Well, I think I am. I believe I just hugged the antichrist, and I'm not quite sure that I've worked my mind totally around that fact yet. It's lovely to meet you, though. I'm Lucy Pevensie."