[Aziraphale wiggles in delight at the miracle'd display before him. He would have done the same thing, not wanting to leave the bed, but it's thoughtful of Crowley to take care of it instead. Laughter bubbles out of him at Crowley's hip kisses, knowing exactly what his clever demon is implying.]

Sit up with me, dear. You promised you'd give the ravioli a try.

[He pours them both a glass of wine, then looks at Crowley.]

Yes, I remember. Did you want to work out the logistics while we eat?