[It's been easy for Aziraphale to blossom, what with Crowley always warmly encouraging him, thankfully treating him much more tenderly than the plants he cultivates in his flat. Although the angel always suspected that Crowley wasn't the Big Bad Demon he presented to the plants, yelling and threatening them into excellence. This bit of information confirms it, and he smiles knowingly in response.]

I had a feeling you were doing something with them other than sending them down the disposal.

[He gives Crowley another kiss, toying gently with the end of his braid.]

That's one of the downsides of living in Soho. Not much room for greenery or wildlife. It was the one thing I liked about the Dowling estate... it'd be nice to have a proper garden again.