“I wonder if I can just get a decent car. It wouldn’t be my Bentley, but… I’ve lived in my car before. And if I’m going back to normal I shouldn’t actually need to sleep and faff about with a bed and such. Are there car loans here? I think people usually get loans for cars…”

At the mention of sharing space, Crowley makes a strange face. “I’m not sure it would go well for me or anyone else to share a flat.” He’d sort of wanted to live with Aziraphale, before fucking Gabriel managed to steal a march on that one somehow. “I don’t really know how humans… act in their homes. And I’d probably spoil the milk or swap the salt and sugar or something out of sheer habit.”