lt_safe_house | One Magic Moment

Date: May 15, mid-morning
Location: The kitchen, then one of the banquet rooms
Status: Open and Public -COMPLETE
Summary: Raphael makes a formal dinner for everyone at the manor

One Magic Moment

Raphael stared down the telephone. He had finished his Chinese take-out and to be honest he was more than a little hungry. It shamed him to admit it, but he wanted food.

Flopping back onto his bed he stared up at the ceiling, a hand coming down to ruffle his bunny's soft fur. His mind drifted to the time he had been here, the friends he had made, the people who had helped him when he had been teetering on the edge of discorporation... They felt like his family now. A large, adoptive family.

Slowly, an idea began to seep into his mind.

While walking around the manor he had seen a large ballroom on the first floor. At night, it almost felt like being surrounded by stars, the celestial lights above twinkling against the sky.

He leaped to his feet, startling his bunny, and dashed from his room. He knew there had to be a grocery store or a marketplace or something around here. It may take some time to find it (worst case scenerio he would have to buy veggies from an elderly lady's garden) but he knew he could make it there and back, including the shopping, and be back in time to spend all day setting up and all tomorrow cooking. He could have formal invitations made and slip them under the doors... Tomorrow night would be plenty of time, right?

He had to hurry. If he was going to gift his family with a formal dinner, he had twenty-four hours to go!

Before he left, however, he stopped at a certain angel's door. Knocking gently, he called, "Aziraphale? Are you there?"

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Aziraphale couldn't quell the grin that bubbled up. "Oh, I haven't cooked a large meal in ages! This sounds like so much fun! When were you planning on going shopping, or were you thinking of doing that by yourself, or what?"

"I'm actually going right now," he said, purring from the happiness radiating from his mentee. "I have a lot to do because the dinner is tomorrow night. Would you like to help me shop? Or you can meet me in the kitchen tomorrow at six. I realize it is quite early but so much needs to be prepared." He let out a squee of excitement.

"I would love to help you shop," Aziraphale gushed.

"Lets go then!" He grasped Aziraphale by the hand and pulled him down the hall with him. He stopped abruptly. "Erm. Should perhaps let you close up your room..." His cheeks burned but he was smiling.

Aziraphale laughed softly. "No need, my dear." After all, anyone who wanted to go into his room for whatever reason (Crowley, Beelzebub) would be more than able to get into it even if he did lock it up. "Are you well enough to walk now, dear? I wouldn't mind pushing the wheelchair again. Although I must say you look much better now than you did when we went to go get ice cream!"

"I get tired sometimes." He didnt mention the terror he felt about Belial draining his energy. "But I'm perfectly okay. Well, let's go then! Do you know where to buy stuff around here?"

Aziraphale smiled and took his hand. "I have no idea! But if we go walking into town, we'll be sure to find something! Let's get going, dear!"

Raphael couldn't contain his happiness. Mentor and mentee on a shopping day! Maybe hecoukd find a new journal too, something with colored pages and perhaps a nice pen to go with it.

Speaking of journals...

He pulled out his notebook and flipped to a blank page. Clicking his mechanical pencil he began to make a list of various dishes. Fettucini Alfredo... Red Curry... Misal Pav... (Must remember peppers!) ...Rice... Bread... Veggies... Steak... Rose would hopefully enjoy a nice steak. Belial would no doubt enjoy the Indian dishes. And he simply must get some sushi for Aziraphale to have.

Raphael showed him his list of dishes. "What will we need for these?"

Aziraphale nodded as he looked over the list. "That definitely seems doable. Might I borrow your book to write the ingredients down? That's far better than trusting my rusty memory to recall everything while at the store itself."

Raphael passed him his notebook and pencil. "I'll pick up a new one while we're out," he said.

Aziraphale smiled as he started writing down the ingredients, hoping he remembered misal-pav correctly, it's been so long, did this one use sugar? "My goodness, you're a prolific writer," he admitted as he noticed he was using a page near the end of the journal. "Yes, we shall have to get you a larger one while out."

He chuckled. "Come on, there's a little shop down the way. Let's see if they have vegetables!"

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Raphael sat perched on a stone ledge, rummaging through his bags and taking inventory of everything they had purchased (with real money. Not miracled.) Turning to Aziraphale he asked, "What should we get for dessert? Or shall we bake something? Chocolate cake perhaps?"

Aziraphale brightened up. "I haven't made chocolate and caramel ice cream cake in ages and it's so delicious, oh do you mind if I run back into the store and get the ingredients?" he asked, eyes shining.

"Oh! That sounds fantastic, dear! Go right ahead, I'll just hop in here and get a new Journal while youre doing that." He purred happily... Everything was coming together and his excitement could hardly be contained.

"We'll meet out here in half an hour," he said, giving his dear mentee a big hug before sprinting into the store.

Aziraphale chuckled before walking back into the grocery store and getting what he needed. He waited, however, to time it perfectly so he got outside just as Raphael did, as he didn't want anything to melt in the interim.

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It had a kitten on it, it had bubbles on it, and it was pink.
Besides his newly-acquired journal (which was practically encrusted in pink) Raphael also had a flat box, the contents of which he would surprise Aziraphale with tomorrow. In the mean time, he tucked it into his bag and waited for the Principality to emerge.

Aziraphale beamed at Raphael as he exited the grocer's. "Unfortunately we're going to have to head back to the Manor so these don't melt," he said, gesturing to the bag over his arm. "Shall we walk back or would you prefer to fly?"

Raphael grinned at that and spread his wings.

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