[Aziraphale knows that Crowley would never ask him to give up the shop, but it's nice to hear. Even nicer to know that Crowley thinks of it the same way he does, as this little spot of Earth to settle on and putting down roots. Somehow, without ever explicitly agreeing to it, throwing in their lot with humans instead of their superiors.]

Don't sulk, dear, I know you wouldn't.

[He also knows that Crowley is worried about pushing him into agreeing to something he isn't ready for. But after thousands of years of saying 'no', Aziraphale is eager to start answering 'yes'. Enthusiastically, and without second thoughts.

Crowley's imitation makes him laugh so hard he snorts. There's really no need to convince him, he finds himself warming up to the idea rather quickly.]

Let's take a peek at it tomorrow, hmm? We can see what the neighborhood is like, too. There needs to be at least one decent restaurant. I don't want to have to come back to London every time I'm feeling peckish.

[He goes back to his ravioli, as if to demonstrate, humming happily over his second bite and licking the sauce from the tines of his fork. He's certain that Crowley wouldn't want to miss seeing this on a regular basis.]