Crowley’s entrance and Aziraphale’s response made her stifled a laugh. Her smile widened; they were funny, at least, and they seemed to be better than most angels and demons. More…
Human?
“Thanks,” she said pleasingly to the angel when he held out the chair for her. She sat down and resisted the urge to drum her fingers on the table. Bad manners, her mother had taught her better. Why would she be nervous about? But there was this gut feeling… could be?
They knew? Elaine caught her unnecessary breath for a second. Of course, they know. Those demons from Hell and even that creature Cestis claimed I smelled too much to Heaven. Never mind she had never travelled to Heaven herself, but metaphorical scents weren’t her big points. It disturbed her she had a particular smell.
“There is that and… Well, I don’t think is a very good idea if I get tipsy,” Elaine supported Aziraphale’s protest, turning to the waiter’s direction when he returned with the Braille menu and Crowley’s order. What would happen to the Universe if the Demiurge gets blissfully plastered? “Unless that is what would take to loose your tongue to tell stories.” She has requested them to tell her about that other Antichrist and the Armageddon. She must have missed that. “Just relax, all right? Lucifer isn’t joining us.”