Aziraphale | Tony
Aziraphale would not lie, crepes were indeed one of his favorite foods that humans had come up with. Which he supposed was the reason he and Crowley were in this mess to begin with, stuck in a place that they had not meant to come to and now it seemed unable to leave. "Pancakes? Well that's just one step below a crepe so it shouldn't be too difficult to make that happen."
Of course he had the ability to make a crepe whenever he liked but there was something about it being made for you that made it so much more wonderful and marvelous. Something about the effort involved really did make a differences. But bright sides being what they were, crepes weren't entirely out of the question here.
What was stranger than the lack of crepes though was the supposed origin of those who had populated this place, from different times and dimensions even. It was unheard of really. "Fascinating. And no explanation for any of it?" He wondered next. "No manuals or prophecies?" Which really should be provided at all times as far as Aziraphale was concerned.