Crowley's words about the holy water smooth the brief lines of worry on his face as he turns his gaze away from the banquet. Old habits die hard for the angel, also, who can't help but be protective. There was a time when Crowley was avidly seeking holy water out, after all. As insurance, but they very idea was enough to send him off in a huff only a couple of hundred years ago, not very long for two celestial beings.

"Ah, an entire pantheon," he says with no small measure of curiosity. "And that doesn't conflict at all with your beliefs?" Inter-faith relationships can be tricky, can't they? He's curious to learn how these two humans deal with it.

Aziraphale would giggle at the notion of needing something to sustain his corporation, as if he were a vampire or other occult being. He'll want to try the plo'meek soup out of sheer curiosity, but it's the rabbit stew that has his eyes lighting up. "I have to say, I am quite partial to your husband's cuisine. It reminds me of meals from our own past. Very nostalgic."