The Park, Sunday Night

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Aziraphale can be found sitting on a bench in the park, reading by moonlight and humming happily to himself.

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::Misters Croup and Vandemar walk slowly over to the man on the bench, and loom behind him::

Mister Croup: "What have we come to say, Mister Vandemar?"

Mister Vandemar: "We've come to thank Mr. Aziraphale for the cookies, Mister Croup. Thank him kindly for his ::spits on the ground:: thoughtfulness."

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*Aziraphale smiles benevolently*

You're both quite welcome. I do hope you enjoyed the cookies. I made them myself.

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::Mister Croup struggles to keep his calm demeanor::

Mr. Croup: "Indeed, a baker of cookies and a proprietor of stores. How multi-talented he is, Mr. Vandemar."

Mr. Vandemar: "Very talented indeed. Regular Renaissance man."

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What a kind thing for you to say. I did rather enjoy the Renaissance.

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Mister Croup: "I suppose you would." ::after snapping, he regains his composure::

Mister Vandemar: "Now now, Mister Croup. No need to get testy with him."

Mister Croup: "Indeed. We are just out on a little... BUGGER!"

::Mister Croup loses his composure completely, and storms off back to the Old Firm::

Mister Vandemar: "Don't know what he's so upset about. I like cookies. With wee little faces and everything. Course, I prefer it when the eyeballs are real..."

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*smiles sweetly at Mister Vandemar*

I would be so pleased to make you some more, if you like. Of course, the eyes will have to be just frosting.

*smiles a somewhat more "satisfied" smile at Mister Croup's retreating back*

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I don't believe Mister Croup would like that.

::looks at the pond::

Ooooh, look at the duckies... swimming so sweetly in their little pond. Just makes you want to reach out and grab one, doesn't it?

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*gives a nervous glance toward the ducks, which all quickly swim to the other side of the pond*

Well, perhaps someone will send you some more. Addressed just to you.


[ooc: I am so loving the little spat between these guys!]

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That'd be nice of you.

::eyes the fleeing ducks::

Pity. Bye bye, Mister Aziraphale... ::begins wandering back to the shop::

[ooc: as am I! I think Neil Gaiman's head would explode, though ::grin::]

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[ooc: oh, god, yeah! It probably would!]