Aziraphale finally remembered he had company, so he put down the bowl in order to stop himself from eating it and ignoring Gabriel. "I did speak too soon, I'm afraid. It must be a specialty of his. I don't think I've ever had chocolate mousse this good before!" He took a sip of wine. "I will have to come back some time and cajole the recipe out of him. Chocolate mousse isn't one of my own dessert specialties, but I do have others that I might be able to trade him in return."

It was nice for Aziraphale to be here with Gabriel, of all angels. After all, thousands of years ago, Aziraphale had been the one to introduce Gabriel to the wonder that was "xocolātl" while turning in his report. The Archangel would certainly sympathise with why Aziraphale had since learnt to create his own dessert delicacies.

He picked up the bowl and took another spoonful, sighing in bliss. Maybe spending time here wouldn't be so bad after all.