777 Abby Road, Sunday Evening (01/20)

[ditheringangel]

Aziraphale was trying to take up a little more in the way of cooking duties, especially since he had only the one shift at the Leaf and no clinic shifts currently. So at the moment he was puttering around the kitchen, following a couple of recipes written on index cards in Wilson's doctorish handwriting: vegetable penne with tarragon-basil pesto,

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[doctorjwilson]

Wilson was out by the pond feeding the sharks. It was a bit strange to be feeding sharks, since they didn't exactly eat the nice little fish food that koi ate but there wasn't anything that bad about chum.

...

Much?

Carrying the bucket back towards the house, he stashed it in the small fridge he'd gotten for outdoors -because no chum in the house fridge OMG- and then walked into the kitchen to wash his hands.

"Smell good, lover mine."

[ditheringangel]

"Better than the shark's supper, I expect," Aziraphale chuckled, leaning around the man as he stood at the sink to steal a kiss nonetheless.

"I talked to Marie, like you suggested, and we're going to go into New Orleans sometime soon. Although I think I'm going to be on my own checking about B&Bs."

[doctorjwilson]

"If it wasn't for the fact that they're sorta cute, you'd be on your own for feeding them," Wilson muttered as he finished with his hands and gave Phale another kiss.

Walking over to pull plates down from the cupboard he began to set the table.

"She still trying to maintain the believe that we don't ever have sex?"

[ditheringangel]

The angel just grinned, figuring that Wilson was mostly just yanking his chain about the sharks. If the young doctor really had objected, Aziraphale would have known when he proposed his odd little pond.

"Marie and I have a few things in common," he replied, dishing out the pasta. "I rather think this is one of them. We like our little family delusions."