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Aziraphale's Rare Books, Thursday.

Kiki opens the shop in the morning.

In her down time, Kiki is still assiduously studying a spell book.

Finally, rubbing her hands together, she nervously faces the picture window at the front of the shop and concentrates, muttering under her breath. She grins widely when a festive evergreen garland materializes slowly, twining decoratively around the window.

Kiki frowns. Instead of the sprigs of cheery red hollyberries she had intended to have created, sprinkled tastefully throughout the garland, there hangs instead several glaringly chartreuse and purple avocados. And that hanging from the corner is definitely a cantaloupe. Having not yet mastered the more tricky reversal of the spell, Kiki sighs, hands on her hips, then pulls over a chair, climbs up on it, and starts pulling down the avocados. Mundane clean-up will have to do.

"I hope Mr. Aziraphale and Mr. Crowley like guacamole," she mutters to herself. "So much for festive holiday decor."

EDIT: Mr. Aziraphale is decidedly better at getting rid of abnormally-colored avocados than Kiki is. There are no more avocados appearing from nowhere, but there might be the odd one or two still rolling about.

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Noticing the startled reaction, Aziraphale looks a little embarassed. "You're very welcome, my dear. Er...would you prefer I not call you that? I had thought, well...since you told me your name, but don't want to make you uncomfortable..."

Wilson breezed through the door with a quiet sort of chipperness, his hair was still slightly damp from the shower and he'd changed into a t-shirt, flannel shirt over dark jeans with his leather jacket on over that so he was socially acceptable as he rocked forward on his toes and began to search for House and Phale.

Guessing the reading lounge was a good place to start looking, he headed in that direction.

"Scones!" Wilson crowed gleefully as he carefully folded himself down on the floor slightly between House and Phale and inspected the offerings wriggling his fingers over the tray before swooping down to capture a cinnamon one hiding on the plate.

Biting into the scone he peered between the two of them in the universal 'don't let me interupt' manner and set about helping himself to some tea.

House smiles, a bit sheepishly. "No, no. I want you to call me Greg. Sometimes I feel like I could forget it's my name."

"You don't make me uncomfortable, Aziraphale," he ads and rubs a handover his thigh. Habit. An impuslive need to feel it, to make sure it was still there.

And about that time Wilson swoop in,and House looks up, a grin touching his face. He reached down to touch his hair. Just to feel him.

"Glad you could join us."

Aziraphale smiles brightly at Wilson's arrival, setting down his own cup to pour the young doctor some tea -- mint, of course.

Wilson tilted his head towards House's touch, even as he smiled warmly towards Phale, an unspoken 'thank you' for the tea. Waiting until his mouth wasn't stuffed full of scone he looked back and forth between both men.

"Sorry I'm a little late. Had to finish up some stuff."

And also keep out from underfoot so House had room to listen and choose.

House nods. "I can still smell the sandlewood, you know." He took a sip of his tea. "And you don't have to sit on the floor, there's plenty of room up here."

Taking the tea from Phale, Wilson stood up and shifted himself to settle in beside House. Sitting forward to tug something out of his pocket.

"That's because I just shaved." Wilson grinned, his aftershave being the source of the soft scent. "And I have that list of books, Aziraphale."

Holding over a folded white square of paper, he gave the angel a direct look.

"And I know what each of these books costs, so you won't have to look in your ledger." There was gentle affection in his tone, an awareness of Phale's habit of being...generous.

Smiling bemusedly at Wilson, Aziraphale accepts the list. "I'll see if I have any of them in stock, my dear, and I'll order what I don't have. Will next week be soon enough?"

He doesn't bother to argue about prices -- not right now, at any rate.

"Speaking of books. There's something I want to look for." House grabs his cane, leans in to give Wilson a quick kiss, and stands using the cane and a hand on WIlson's knee for leverage.

"And no, I'm not telling you what it is," he adds, with a pointed look at Wilson. "You two catch up, I'll be a few minutes."

Wilson balanced his knee out automatically so that House could push off it and he looked up at the older man with a slightly wary expression but bit back the bawdy comment that jumped to his lips.

Instead, he returned the kiss and slid more comfortably into the warm spot House had left behind.

The angel smiles to himself as watches the interaction between the two doctors, comfortable in the knowledge that he was right about the way they needed each other.

"Greg and I have had a very nice chat about his 'treatment'," he says. "And I understand you've been doing some spring cleaning at the clinic."

Wilson nodded soberly and he watched the angel's blue eyes for a moment, apparently getting an answer he was looking for because he relaxed and sprawled into the chair.

"A full strip clean. I haven't done one since I was a first year resident, I forgot how hard it was." Sipping at his tea, obviously relaxed with the minty goodness, he perked back up to ask.

"How has your day been? I... I hope you don't mind that I suggested House come down here."

Wilson just then thought about that and he frowned a little, obviously annoyed at his own thoughtlessness.

"Why would I mind, my dear? I enjoyed our talk very much, and I'm pleased to get the chance to see him under better circumstances than the last time."

He gives Wilson a look that says he thinks the young doctor is over-thinking the situation.

Like Phale is never guilty of such acts???

Wilson does, however, give ground gracefully. Looking around the shop at the holiday decour that KiKi had already put up the oncologist remembered to ask.

"Oh! Is this Saturday still good for you, for ornaments?"

Aziraphale looks up from his tea, eyes sparkling. "Oh, yes! That is, if you still want to do it. Will Greg be coming? There's plenty of room in the kitchen."

And, now that he says it, there is.

"Definitely still want to do it, it's my little contribution to the clutter cause." Wilson grinned, then he was laughing and looking down the row of stacks towards where he'd seen House disapear.

"Probably, unless he's feeling better at which point he'll disparage the whole process." Wilson winked. "Will Crowley be around? I know it's not really his thing but..." Wilson trailed off and his expression said that his brain was trying to process just how many ways such an activity 'wasn't' really Crowley's bag.

Giving his head a shake, he smiled warmly over at the angel. "Well, he's invited of course."

"I mentioned it to Crowley..." There was a little frown of uncertainty. "I'm not certain if he'll be there or not. Perhaps if Greg comes, he'll come as well. They can disparage together, and make little devil ornaments and such to hang."

He leans closer to Wilson, his voice dropping lower. "I've had an idea, but I haven't mentioned it anyone yet. I'd like to know what you think.... I've been considering starting a book club."

Wilson's smile softened in the face of the angel's frown. He understood that Crowley probably wouldn't though he was welcome but he just wanted to make sure the fallen one knew he *was* welcome.

Letting the subject go for the moment, Wilson scooted closer, blinking curiously at Phale and the idea.

Pursing his lips he sipped thoughtfully at his tea for a couple of minutes before smiling and nodding.

"I think, that might be a very good idea." His voice was lowered as well. "I think it could be a lot of fun but also, depending upon the subject matter of the book, I think some people could get a lot out of the discussions that would come up. Discussions had, outside the structured purpose of a classroom."

"I've been thinking it might be a good way to get the townspeople and the students communicating more. Mayor Red stopped by last week, and we spoke a bit, about how some people may not be feeling as though they're part of the community. I want to do something to help with that, and I thought people might enjoy a book club."

Wilson had to chuckle a little as he muttered softly. "That's... one of the reasons why I volunteered to work the clinic for Red."

Dark eyes twinkled at the angel and Wilson was nodding. "I think it's a great idea and I'd like to participate as much as I am able, schedule allowing of course."

He sobered then and set his tea cup aside so he could lean in close, his hand resting supportively on the angel's knee.

"But, Aziraphale." Wilson spoke in a low, calming tone. "You do realize..." Sober dark eyes here. "You will have to sell the books for the club."

Pause...

Boyish -don'thurtmeI'mcute- grin.

Aziraphale laughs out loud, the rare sound ringing through the shop. "Yes, my dear, I suppose I will. But it will make Crowley and Anya happy, and so of course that makes it worthwhile."

He places a hand over Wilson's and squeezes it affectionately.

Wilson smiled brightly and turned his hand to return the squeeze of fingers before he sat back.

"So, what are you thinking for your first book?"

"I don't know," he answers, settling back into his chair as well and sipping at his tea. "I suppose it should be something popular, something that people will want to read. I don't know very much about the current literature, I'm afraid. What do you think?"

Sipping at his own tea, Wilson's lips curved a little ruefully.

"I think that I find oncology journals fascinating so you probably don't want any recommendations from me."

Tapping his fingers against the rim of the cup he pondered the problem for a bit then brightened.

"I know! Ask your staff. Tell them what you're planning and ask them to give you a couple of their favorite books. Then read the synopsys on them and pick one that seems like it would be good to read and discuss?"

"James, that's an excellent idea! Thank you!" He smiles brightly. "Crowley's forever making fun of my choices in literature, so I'm afraid I wouldn't be a very good judge myself. But they'll know what people like to read."

He sips at his tea, looking very satisfied.

Aziraphale's Rare Books, Thursday.

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