[Aziraphale turns in Crowley's arms just enough to smile at him, wanting to see that delight with his own eyes.]

Sounds like a plan.

[He could have just as easily let Crowley pack a basket on his own, the demon knows his preferences well enough by now, but why pass on a chance to do something together, out in the open?]

I'm glad it meets your standards. I know it's one of your favorites.

[He returns to the tiramisu, giving Crowley another bite or two in between his own. Once they're done, he miracles away the empty plates and silverware, leaving behind just the wine.]

So tell me, how long have you owned this property? And what have you been accumulating there that you didn't have room for in your flat?