There's a booth free in a corner, and Crowley is happy to steer towards it. He's always most comfortable lurking.
"I've done fine dining plenty of times, but it was more my... friend... who liked it the most, the delicacies and such. Don't really fancy it without him." He's visibly uncomfortable talking about Aziraphale, even through his sunglasses, sprawled in the seat like he has too many bones with too many joints.
When a waitress comes over, he orders 'whatever you'd recommend', and resists ordering a drink, because he can't miracle himself sober, so he doesn't want to risk not being able to be sober at the drop of a hat if he needs to. He gets a glass of some kind of juice instead.
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"I've done fine dining plenty of times, but it was more my... friend... who liked it the most, the delicacies and such. Don't really fancy it without him." He's visibly uncomfortable talking about Aziraphale, even through his sunglasses, sprawled in the seat like he has too many bones with too many joints.
When a waitress comes over, he orders 'whatever you'd recommend', and resists ordering a drink, because he can't miracle himself sober, so he doesn't want to risk not being able to be sober at the drop of a hat if he needs to. He gets a glass of some kind of juice instead.