Aziraphale's Rare Books, Tuesday

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

The store is still closed.

Kiki woke up slowly, even reluctantly. The lamp on the table had been left on low for her, so it was with some surprise that she saw the familiar surroundings of the bookstore come into focus around her.

She felt like, in a word, crap. She had a bit of a headache, and felt a weakness in her limbs, and she knew without testing it that if she sat up she'd probably fall over again with dizziness - so she didn't try.

But for all that, Kiki was mildly surprised at just how good she felt.


[Crowley, c'mon down!]

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((FYI: Crowley-mun is teh sick, so may be slow in responding.))

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

[*hugs and chicken soup to Crowley mun!* Thanks :) ]

AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale is about the shop early, making tea and generally keeping an eye on the sleeping mortals. He smiles when he sees that Kiki is awake, bringing her a cup of cocoa to sip at.

The he makes a phone call to Phoebe, who had left a note requesting to see him.


[Posted mostly for Phoebe, Kiki, and Wilson. If anyone else needs Phale, the shop is closed but you can try knocking. :)]

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe showed up at the shop and knocked gently on the door. She looks very...un-Phoebe-like.

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale answers the door immediately. If Phoebe had seen him at any point during the last several days, she would be amazed at how much better he looks. Perfectly well, in fact.

He smiles and lets her in. "Good day, my dear. Come sit down and have some tea, and tell me what's on your mind."

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe looks at Aziraphale in concern. "Tell me what hapened to you, Mr. Phale. I've been worried."

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki gives him a smile and accepts the drink gratefully. The sugar does much to perk her up a little.

Jiji lounges watchfully across the back of the couch, and Kiki scratches him under the chin - but is astonished to find that even that make her tired.

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale perches on the arm of a chair. "Are you feeling better, my dear?" he asks, watching her carefully. He can see that she's tired, and he's trying to decide whether to do something about that, or to let her continue recovering on her own.

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

"I," Kiki pauses. "I guess so," she finally decides. She cracks a wan and lop-sided smile. "But in comparison to yesterday? That probably wouldn't take much. It's a relief to just know that thing is gone."

She bites her lip as the memories of yesterday surface in her mind again.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Sauntering is a bit beyond the demon right now, but he gives an old college try at meandering as he comes in looking for Kiki specifically.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson, who was in the midst of opperation dinner, happened to come in not long behind the fallen one with an arm full of bags and other goodies.

"Crowley!" He called out with soft, warm friendliness.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

He nods at the good doctor, looking phenomenally tired to those who would notice such things.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

He hadn't expected much in the way of a greeting and given that Crowley looked tired to boot, Wilson simply smiled and kept moving towards the kitchen.

"Stay for dinner, if you'd like." He offered, his tone warm and genuine.

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki looks up with a smile as he meanders in. "Mr. Crowley! I didn't expect to see you today."

And actually, she's not lying about that!

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

He gives Kiki a soft smile...tired, but almost creepy in how genuine it appears. Getting very close, his hand smoothes over her hair. "How are you, brat?"

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

"Better than I was yesterday," she answers with a grin that falls somewhere between impish and rueful. "And you?"

She doesn't elaborate on that - but she felt the fight that had happened between the two demons, and she knew which one had won. And Dr. Wilson had been right when he said that Crowley hated to lose.

Dinner!

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

As promised, Wilson was back within the 30 minute mark and aside from a brief stop to talk to Crowley he'd bee-lined for the kitchen and locked himself in.

The day proceeded to unfold around him as he puttered in the kitchen, making the first part of the dinner which due to the timing of it he'd had a little help with. Music spilled out from around the door as Wilson puttered and cooked and cleaned and cooked some more, eventually setting the kitchen table with enough places for Aziraphale, Crowley, Phoebe, Kiki and himself.

It was creeping towards dinner time when the scent of food began to sneak out around the door. There was the scent of bread, baking in an oven and then the steam of vegetables and lemon. Some sizzling followed after it was all said and done, Wilson tugged open the door and called out into the shop.

"Dinner!"

Laid out on the table were four servings of a pan seared fresh salmon with a sour cream dill sauce. On the fifth plate sat a portion of gravlax, the salmon sliced paperthin and artfully arranged on dark fresh pumpernickle bread with dill.

All plates had helpings of fresh spring vegetables, asparagas, snow peas, shallots and squash, lightly steamed with lemon and a dash of dill and slices of the warm pumpernickle bread.

[ooc: I don't know how everyone's schedule is but here is a thread for nibbling! :)]

Re: Dinner!

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

"That smells delicious!" Kiki says eagerly. Some time had passed since the pancakes, and Kiki was rather enjoying the feeling of being comfortably hungry.


[ooc: Darn you. You ALWAYS describe these amazing yummy meals and remind me that I'm hungry!]

Re: Dinner!

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson blushed a little with obvious pleasure as he waved Kiki towards a seat...well... a seat that was not in front of the gravlax.

"I hope it lives up to it's billing then. What would you like to drink, Kiki?"

[ooc: *Grins evilly from around office baby shower cake*]

Re: Dinner!

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki has her hair tied up with a lovely brand-new velvet ribbon, courtesy of Mr. Crowley. She looks quite proud of it.

Kiki's not really tested her sea-legs so the trip from the lounge to the table is a slow one, and she keeps one hand against the wall or on any handy piece of furniture as a guide and support until she claims the closest seat - that is, the closest one that did not have gravlax. She didn't know what gravlax was, and decided that she might save the asking for a later time.

Once she's safely in a chair - a little pale, but otherwise bright-eyed and smiling at Dr. Wilson, she answers, "Do we have iced tea?"

Re: Dinner!

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe finds that after a day of rest and tea, she is incredibly hungry.

"Dr. Wilson, that all looks delicious."

Re: Dinner!

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Smiling when Phoebe wandered into the kitchen, he waved her towards a chair not currently occupied by Kiki or with a plate of gravlax in front of it.

"I'm glad you stayed to join us, Phoebe." He said warmly. "There is more so feel free to tuck in and if you're still hungry don't hesitate to ask for seconds. But first, what can I get you to drink?"

Re: Dinner!

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale wanders about making certain everyone has been called to dinner and is seated before finally taking the last empty seat himself, so he's a bit surprised to see what's on his plate. He blinks at it for a moment, then looks up at Wilson with a joyful smile.

"James love," he says softly, as he takes his seat.


[ooc: *squee* You made gravlax?!]

Re: Dinner!

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Seated beside Kiki, Wilson looked over to where Phale had settled in front of his gravlax and he smiled warmly.

"I hope it's all right. I've never made anything like that before and...ah...I wasn't about to taste test it." He was blushing a little, aware that at least the gravlax looked the way it was supposed to but still he'd leave the actual tasting to the angel.

[ooc: Wilson did indeed! And I tried not to groan through reading the receipe. Honestly, Wilson's ties and Phale's taste in food.]

Re: Dinner!

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

The demon looks over at the plate, a queer mixture of disgust and amusement on his face. He also seems utterly smitten with Phoebe.