[Aziraphale has half a moment to enjoy the fact that he guessed correctly before it hits him, exactly what Crowley has done: kept alive two simple roses, letting them grow and flourish into bushes that have blossomed all over the sides of his secret cottage.]

Oh... all this time, they've been growing?

[He turns just enough to look at Crowley with an aching softness, prize forgotten. And here he thought he was the sentimental one.]

Best if you just tell me, dearest. I don't know if my corporation can take another surprise like that.