Aziraphale winced at this. Oh, Gabriel. That was it; he was never telling Gabriel anything again. Who knew he was such a, a, a buttinski? And at an Easter Party?
"Come now," Aziraphale chided him gently. "This is neither the time nor the place for such talk. We're here to meet our housemates, not interrogate them. Why don't you have some punch? And there is plenty of food. I was up all night cooking."
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Date: Saturday, 8 May 2010 23:20 (UTC)"Come now," Aziraphale chided him gently. "This is neither the time nor the place for such talk. We're here to meet our housemates, not interrogate them. Why don't you have some punch? And there is plenty of food. I was up all night cooking."