"Aww," said Aziraphale, reverting from depressed-drunk to happy-drunk. He walked over, sat on Barnaby's lap, hugged him, gushed "thank you!" while doing so, then instantly hopped back up to find another song to sing.

It was a miracle - literally - that he was still able to stand.

"What to shing, what to shiiiing," Aziraphale sang softly to himself as he sifted through the songs.