"Weird to not have a goal, or an... anti-goal. Something I'm supposed to do, or something that I don't want to do and am trying to avoid. Or something I'm trying to stop." He tilts his head to one side, studying the glass of unfamiliar juice, before taking a drink. It's good, sweet and tart and light. Aziraphale would love the chance to try the food of another world. Ugh. He sets the juice down a little too hard, some splashing over the side onto the table, and goes back to the water. "Not sure what sort of good deeds are even available. And they're harder to do without miracles." He snaps his fingers, as if in demonstration. Absolutely nothing happens.