"I'm sure you're right," Aziraphale murmured. "Anything is possible here."
His eyebrows shot up as he read what Methos was writing. As a distraction from his sadness about Crowley, it had been effective. "You... are talking about a woman there, right?" he asked. It would not surprise him if the subject of Methos's writing had been something else--Aziraphale had entertained such thoughts regarding the copy of The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter when it had fallen into his hands. Well, technically, the prophecies hadn't walked, but still... "Are congratulations in order yet?"
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Date: 2009-08-29 03:00 pm (UTC)His eyebrows shot up as he read what Methos was writing. As a distraction from his sadness about Crowley, it had been effective. "You... are talking about a woman there, right?" he asked. It would not surprise him if the subject of Methos's writing had been something else--Aziraphale had entertained such thoughts regarding the copy of The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter when it had fallen into his hands. Well, technically, the prophecies hadn't walked, but still... "Are congratulations in order yet?"