Epilogue - SKETCH

“Yes. I was thinking,” and Crowley lifted Aziraphale’s hands, depositing a kiss on each, “that we might skip trying to cook dessert.”

“Bake dessert,” Aziraphale corrected.

“What?”

Aziraphale weighed whether or not to delve into the differences between cooking and baking, but decided against it when Crowley planted another kiss on one of his knuckles. “Never mind. So, what do you have in mind? I’ve heard they’ve got some new things at Élan.”

“I thought we might skip dessert altogether.”

“Oh?” Aziraphale began to protest, but then Crowley pulled him closer, one hand coming to rest at the small of his back. “Oh!”

Aziraphale did not miss not having dessert that evening.