[ Crowley lights up. Really brilliant this whole love thing. He could just say whatever he'd been feeling for ages, only to find Aziraphale really had wanted the same things all along.

Propping himself up, he trails his knuckles up and down Aziraphale's side, that ridiculous grin still on his face. ]

Right. Every day then. Pyjamas optional.

[ He suspected they were probably weren't going to be wearing much in in the weeks to come. ]

Toast optional as well. I suspect you'd like to mix it up a bit. Eggs, bacon, pastries, sausage. Could never get behind sausage m'self; too many mysteries in the meat.