The Perk - Tuesday Late Morning

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Deciding it was time to get out somewhere that was not either the clinic or the familiar spots of the Nest or home, Wilson headed down to the Perk to treat himself to a frozen mocha something or other that was horribly bad for him.

He even had them add whip cream and chocolate shavings. It was about as frufru as one could get and still be imbibing caffiene but, what the hell.

Staking himself out a comfortable chair by the window, he pulled a small table around and opened his laptop up. He had the germ of an idea and was doing some research to investigate it's feasibility.

[ooc: Open, like one's eyes after a frozen mocha caffienate beverage thingie. :)]

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale really had meant to give Wilson a little space. After all, it wasn't likely that anything bad would happen to the man right there in the Perk in broad daylight.

But he found, after a bout of serious dithering around the house, that he just couldn't quite manage it.

And maybe it wasn't only protectiveness that sent the angel out to join his mate at the coffeeshop. Sitting down quietly at the table with a cup of tea, Aziraphale was well-behaved enough not to try and see what Wilson was doing, and instead just smiled sheepishly over the rim of his teacup.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson peered at the angel from behind his bangs over the edge of the laptop but could only chuckle as he took in the aren't I adorable? sheepish grin.

"Ditherer," he said with warm affection.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Just had a craving for a cuppa," Aziraphale replied primly, although they both knew it was a silly excuse.

His expression brightened a little at the chuckle, and deciding that Wilson didn't mind so much that the angel had shown up, he settled comfortably into his chair and watched the young doctor type.

Or rather, listened to the young doctor type.

"I thought I might make us some salads for an early supper, before your clinic shift."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"That'll be perfect, love. Could you also make another one of those egg salad sandwiches for me to take into the clinic with me for later?"

Wilson continued to type as he talked, he was almost finished with his plan and was just checking a couple final componants. He wasn't sure if he was going to tell Phale about it now or wait till later to spring it on the angel.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Of course I will, James love. And I'll pack you some biscuits to take as well."

Azirphale fell silent for a moment, pondering an idea. "Do you know, I haven't done any baking for our friends in quite a long while. Perhaps I should do that this week." It might be good therapy, after all.

He looked up from his reverie and cocked his head curiously at the laptop. There was a definite sense that Wilson was up to something, but the angel knew better than to ask. He'd find out if and when the young doctor was ready to tell him.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"When I stopped by Anders' birthday party on Saturday I was talking to Tori about possibly doing a cookout before the summer was over," Wilson said, sitting back with a grin.

He'd made his decision, he was totally going to wait till tomorrow to tell the angel what he had up his sleeve ... maybe even Thursday. He was an evil little mortal but it was fun to see the ways Phale might try to coax the information out of him.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"I think that's a lovely idea, James! I know we've talked about a cookout before, and things just haven't really...worked out very well lately."

Aziraphale caught that mischievous glint in the young doctor's eyes, the one that had nothing at all to do with the idea of a cookout. Obviously, the man was up to something.

And now that the angel was aware that Wilson knew he was curious...well, he'd just have to see what could be done about convincing his mate to fess up.