[The menu alone would have touched Aziraphale deeply, but he's still reeling over the flowers. He smiles at Crowley, eyes sparkling, and squeezes his hand.]

I've kept all of your letters, too. Very risky, if Heaven ever found them. Thank goodness Gabriel's never opened a book, let alone read one.

[A half a sitting room of boxes not much compared to Aziraphale's overflowing bookshop, but it's still more than the angel was expecting. It warms him deep inside to know that what Crowley considers important is wrapped up in the times they've spent together.]

I ought to show you what I've saved of us over the years, too. But first --

[He shifts his grip on Crowley, pushing him gently onto his back.]

I'd like to claim my prize.