"Not for the last, ehhhh, what was that, 1650-something? and it's 5780-odd now... four thousand years or thereabouts? Since the other one escaped נֹ֔חַ's son trying to get it on the boat, so they didn't have a breeding pair, and, well, the Flood drowned all the others. Dunno how long the one lasted after that."
[for some reason, the dates in good omens only almost line up with the hebrew calendar, but I absolutely cannot be bothered adjusting for the offset, so I'm just gonna go with the hebrew calendar. it's 5784 right now, btw. and the flood was notionally in 1656. did have to look that up, I do not know the date of the flood of the top of my head.]
"Are there poachers interested in selling other parts of them, then? Bit of a waste if they're just taking the horns and leaving the rest to rot. Obligate herbivores, so they don't get any of the kind of taste that--weeeell, have you ever eaten something like fox or bear? Absolutely horrible, don't eat carnivores. Not worth it."
And on that note... "Ah, yeah, I've known the kind of person who would prioritize fuel over everything else." Only humans. Aziraphale would be scandalized by this Archon loaf. "Me, I figure if I heave to eat something, I might as well enjoy the experience." He eyes the restaurants around them. Lot of options... A bitter, spiteful part of him wants to pick exactly the opposite of what Aziraphale would want. Aziraphale's the one who loves food, loves atmosphere.
Around the corner, halfway into an alley, is a slightly dingy pub with a menu board posted in a window advertising several things he's heard of and more that he hasn't. "See anything you fancy? That one there," a gesture at the pub, "seems... about my speed, but I'll eat anything." Only polite to let the other guy have an opinion on the matter, since he's presumably eaten a lot more frequently in his life than Crowley has.
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[for some reason, the dates in good omens only almost line up with the hebrew calendar, but I absolutely cannot be bothered adjusting for the offset, so I'm just gonna go with the hebrew calendar. it's 5784 right now, btw. and the flood was notionally in 1656. did have to look that up, I do not know the date of the flood of the top of my head.]
"Are there poachers interested in selling other parts of them, then? Bit of a waste if they're just taking the horns and leaving the rest to rot. Obligate herbivores, so they don't get any of the kind of taste that--weeeell, have you ever eaten something like fox or bear? Absolutely horrible, don't eat carnivores. Not worth it."
And on that note... "Ah, yeah, I've known the kind of person who would prioritize fuel over everything else." Only humans. Aziraphale would be scandalized by this Archon loaf. "Me, I figure if I heave to eat something, I might as well enjoy the experience." He eyes the restaurants around them. Lot of options... A bitter, spiteful part of him wants to pick exactly the opposite of what Aziraphale would want. Aziraphale's the one who loves food, loves atmosphere.
Around the corner, halfway into an alley, is a slightly dingy pub with a menu board posted in a window advertising several things he's heard of and more that he hasn't. "See anything you fancy? That one there," a gesture at the pub, "seems... about my speed, but I'll eat anything." Only polite to let the other guy have an opinion on the matter, since he's presumably eaten a lot more frequently in his life than Crowley has.