Sixth Apple (in which there is pie)

[110downm25]

[Crowley unlocks the door to his room and slowly opens it.]

Aziraphale? Are you in here?

[He can smell something baking. It smells delicious and apple-y, and he wholeheartedly approves and feels much guiltier about not telling the angel that he was popping up to the top deck.]

I brought someone who wants to meet you.

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[somewhatfussy]

[Aziraphale is making apple pie. However, he is Somewhat Annoyed that Crowley left in the middle of his discussion of literature, and so Crowley will not be having this pie.

At least, not a very large slice. Unless he looks utterly pathetic.

He sticks his head out of the lovely miraculous new kitchenette when Crowley mentions someone else.]

Hm?

[notwormfood]

[Connor's feeling a little out of place for some reason, and just sort of peeks into the room from behind Crowley, hands in his pockets. The pie does indeed smell quite delicious, and it's probably a good thing he's rather hungry.]

[110downm25]

[Crowley would like to point out that a "discussion" involves two people talking, not Aziraphale lecturing. Crowley will be having that pie because Aziraphale made it for him and knows that he wants to give him some.]

Come in, come in.

[He holds the door open for Connor.]

I swear his baking is worth putting up with him.

[somewhatfussy]

[Aziraphale would point out that if Crowley would pay attention, it would not be a lecture. And if he keeps making comments like that he will get no pie because Aziraphale says so.

He shoots Crowley a look before giving Connor a much nicer one.]

I'm so sorry you had to talk to him.

[notwormfood]

[Connor enters, a little thrown by how... well, how couple-like the two seem. Because already it's pretty obvious. He smiles politely at Aziraphale once he's inside, keeping himself from looking around too much. For some reason, it seems almost too plain, considering what the pair apparently are.]

It wasn't too bad. -er, right!

[He extends a hand to Aziraphale, trying not to seem too over-eager.]

My name's Connor, it's nice to meet you.

[somewhatfussy]

[Aziraphale holds out a hand, then awkwardly takes it back and pulls off his oven mitts. He shakes Connor's hand properly.]

I'm Aziraphale, but, er, that was already mentioned. Are you new?

[He has to resist the urge to offer him excessive amounts of pie. Not that he would do this to bother Crowley, or anything.]

[notwormfood]

[Hurray for handshakes. Once all hands are nice and shaken, Connor returns his hand to his pocket, nodding.]

I am. You two are the first people I've met properly, actually.

[somewhatfussy]

Oh. Well that sure is something.

[He pauses to throw a suspicious glance at Crowley.]

You didn't invite him to live with us, did you? You know we only have the one bed, dear.

[110downm25]

[Crowley puts his hands up.]

No, Aziraphale, I didn't, and yes, I do know. I intend to keep you entirely to myself, thanks.

[notwormfood]

[He's not a kid, he doesn't need to live with anyone. But he's just going to stand there and look a little confused, because he's not used to randomly hearing statements about two grown men sharing a bed.]

[somewhatfussy]

[Sometimes this Irrational Ridiculousness happens to Aziraphale. If Connor hangs around enough he will, unfortunately, get used to it.

But for now, Aziraphale manages to notice they might just be making him uncomfortable.]

Er. Sorry. I should- I should check on the pie. Do you like tea? Crowley can make tea if you'd like some tea.

[Which is really just Aziraphale's cue to go back to the pie.]

[110downm25]

[Crowley really wishes Azirphale would curb his Irrational Ridiculousness because it sometimes make Crowley not want to take him out in public, and he means that in the best way possible.

He's impressed that Aziraphale picked up on that most subtle of details.]

Yes, yes, you really should. I can make coffee, too, actually, and there might be wine or beer or something sitting around if you'd prefer.

[notwormfood]

[Connor manages to snap himself out of his confusion fairly easily, and shakes his head after a moment. There's no reason to act like a total idiot in front of new people.]

Tea's uh. fine, thanks.

[somewhatfussy]

[Because of the miracle of Visitors!, Aziraphale returns a moment after leaving with a lovely fresh pie in his hands. He sets it on the table. Of course it has cooled to the perfect temperature for eating.

He glances at Connor as he fetches plates that were certainly in the cabinet a moment ago.]

I do hope you like apple pie. Crowley, where is that tea?

[He gave thirty seconds of time for tea to be made. Honestly, Crowley.]

[110downm25]

[Crowley rolls his eyes at what he just knows is miracle pie. He wishes that Aziraphale would just make a pie like a normal human being because real pie tastes better. He knows because, when he wallows, he eats cursed pie. It isn't as good.

Crowley hands Connor a cup of tea on a saucer (it's hot, you know). It was totally in his hands a minute ago!]

I was going to actually make him tea, angel.

[But instant tea is how we do things in the Crowley-Aziraphale household.]

[notwormfood]

[He's decided to just roll with it for now and be weirded out later in the safety and seclusion of his own room. He takes the tea a bit slowly, trying to figure out when exactly Crowley got it, and how he did so so quickly.]

Apple pie is fine, and thank you.

[Yes, definitely just going to roll with it.]