Oh, what a delightful idea. Can I help you? We can get everything we need at Harrods before we go.

[What a fun bit of domesticity that will be, strolling the food hall, hand in hand, picking out items at each stall and filling their basket. He sighs and leans back into Crowley's embrace, a hand pressed over the ones on his stomach while he finishes the ravioli. He'll offer Crowley another bite here and there without pushing, but when he tries the tiramisu and makes a barely restrained moan at its taste, the next bite is immediately presented to the demon.]

Dear, I insist you try this as well. It's a little coffee cloud of perfection.