Pizza Planet, Wednesday

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Delicious homemade meals were wonderful, but sometimes a person just wanted a really good pizza.

Sometimes that person was an angel, who'd never had a pizza, really good or otherwise. Which was why Aziraphale was standing in front of Pizza Planet, reading the menu posted in the window.

[ooc: Phale's here to meet Wilson, but the post is open for all your pizza needs.]

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Wilson came whistling down the street, fresh from his interview with Dean Washburn and feeling quite pleased with the way events had unfolded.

He might have even skipped!

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Well, whistling and skipping were certainly good signs, and Aziraphale was pleased to see the young doctor looking so happy.

"There you are, James love. How did your talk with the administration go?"

Holding the door open, the angel followed Wilson inside, where they found a table and commenced to looking over the menus.

"Do you think they serve beer?"

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Giving the angel a light peck on the cheek, since they were in public and while angel blushes were nice, he felt the urge to be proper, Wilson ducked into the resturant, inhaling the scent of fresh pizza before following Phale to a chair.

"It went very well indeed. I believe we have a field trip to start planning out." Wilson said with a wicked grin.

Then he looked down at the menu. "I don't know, lover mine. Some pizza places do but as this is probably a prime hangout for the students, you might have better luck with iced tea."

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Aziraphale pursed his lips and ordered an iced tea from the waitress who'd appeared to take their drink orders.

"That's lovely, James! Where do you think we should take them? The British Library has a very nice facility, you know. Don't you think they'd enjoy that? Or...perhaps the Louvre..."

He browsed the topping options for a moment, wondered if he could get away with requesting pineapple and anchovies, then decided it would probably be best to leave the pizza decisions up to Wilson. "I can tell by your expression that you have something up your sleeve."

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Wilson peeked at Phale from behind his eyelashes.

"And exactly how does the British Library and or the Louvre tie into either Prophecy and or Humor?" He teased gently, knowing that the angel would probably quite happilly lose himself in either place for a few decades and never come out.

"No, the destination is Vegas."

Turning to the waitress he ordered a cola and then asked for a pizza with half extra cheese and black olives and half pineapple and anchovies.

Does he know his angel or does he know his angel? Well, actually the dead salty fish was a give away, given Aziraphale's love of gravlax.

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Blond eyebrows went winging upward at Wilson's statement. "Vegas, love? Are you quite certain that's a good idea? I mean...well...Vegas. Surely they're not going to let the children go there."

He looked quite pleased with the pizza order, smiling brightly at how well indeed the young doctor knew him.

"Perhaps we ought to have a back-up plan," he suggested. "Someplace like...the Smithsonian?"

Which was, you know, right near the Library of Congress...

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"Not let...oh it's already approved and everything, Raphale." Wilson said, most gleefully proud of his accomplishment.

"We're set for the weekend of November 10-12, we'll leave Friday after classes and come back on Sunday. Hmmm, I'll have to find a good hotel and book a couple of shows...oh and you'll probably want to get a list of charlatans plying their wares on hapless tourists."

Wilson wriggled in his seat and beamed at the angel. "It'll be fun love. I told Dean Washburn that we probably would be all right chaperoning ourselves, since... well, you can keep good track of the kids while we're there, right?"

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Smiling in response to Wilson's obvious glee, Aziraphale nodded his acceptance of the plan. "Well, I did say I trusted you to come up with a good place to take them. And you're quite right, The libraries and museums won't have the opportunities for our classes to study their subjects the way Vegas will."

It was a good idea. Plus, it would be fun. Probably more fun for most of his students than a library would be.

Except maybe for Joxer. Because he seemed to be really interested in reading.

"No problem at all, my dear. I can keep track of where they go, although I expect we'll need to set down some rules. Else we'll spend all our time herding them in and out of where they're supposed to or not supposed to be. Although if there's another teacher or two who'd like to join us, I wouldn't say no to the help."

The waitress arrived with their drinks, setting the glass of tea down in front of Aziraphale. Which promptly, as soon as her back was turned, became beer.