[Aziraphale can't quite bring himself to say the main reason he'd like to recreate that infamous moment at the Bastille. It's to change the ending, to thank Crowley for coming to his rescue with more than just a meal. The fact that Crowley is willing to combine both sends a happy little shiver through him, and he nuzzles back into Crowley's neck.]

Mmm. You and lunch. Two of my favorite things.

[The question has him looking up at Crowley again, his expression contemplative as he thinks back to those meals and bottles of wines shared, trips to the theater and museums, or even simple walks in the park. What is a date, really, except time spent with the one you love?]

Oh, I... I suppose we could. They fit the criteria, don't they? Why do you ask?