"Ahhhh!" Aziraphale said with dawning realization. "I remember writing with you briefly over the..." he wiggled his fingers to imitate the motion of typing on his cell phone. "...whatever that device is called. Mobile?" He shrugged. "Give me a good rotary phone any day."
Setting down his mug, he went over to the wall to briefly examine the variety of cue sticks the room had to offer, before selecting one, weighing it in his hand to test it out. "Angel dude. You mean Castiel. Yes. I'm a bit disappointed I never got to meet him. What do you mean you could've used him?"