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"We'll be sure to look for your husband and offer our congratulations as well," he informs Jim, casting a quick side-eye at Crowley. They will do their social duty by the time the evening is through, although mention of those hand pies has him a touch distracted. If these two are gods, they don't seem to stand much on protocol, so Jim is likely in the clear.

The explanation of the difference between worlds brings an enchanted smile to Aziraphale's face. "Oh, how fascinating. I had heard that you were both from different worlds." He nudges his demonic partner in the side. "Doesn't it remind you of that novella I was reading, Crowley? The one about the astronaut traveling back to Roman times?"

He's purposefully leaving out the plot; Aziraphale has developed a penchant for steamy romance novels as of late -- 'research' as he likes to call them, although the only thing he's learned is that none of them are terribly realistic. He nestles under Crowley's arm and smiles at Jim curiously. "And I'm assuming you met in the Nexus?"