Gâteau de Crêpes

When presented with the gâteau de crêpes, Aziraphale’s conviction in the good of little things increased.

“Look at this glorious creation! It brings happiness to the world simply by existing.”

Not that the dish in front of them was little, not at all. Thirty crêpes, paper thin, were stacked on top of each other, with filling spread between each crêpe. The aroma of lemon and sugar wafted up from the stack and Aziraphale breathed it in, sighing in happiness.

“But really, angel, is this worth nearly getting discorporated for?” Crowley asked.