That was better. Despite outward appearances, if Crowley could choose to be around one other person who was not the angel of his dreams, it would be Lucifer, no matter how loathe he was to admit it.
There was drink alright. The finest of their kind, mostly in scotch and whiskey form, but there was wine; Crowley preferred white.
"No," Crowley confirmed as he shut off the stand mixer. "I'm baking." As Crowley poured dark cake mixture into a pan, he added, "Devil's food."