[ Crowley practically preens at the praise, despite the fact it's practically been their ritual for - decades now. Aziraphale offhandedly mentions something he finds tasty, and Crowley scours London for the treat. Thank - well, anyone - for the invention of mobile phones. It saved him a lot of time scouring so he could spend more nibbling food with Aziraphale and chatting over good wine. ]

Gonna need to brush it out first. Then rub in the coconut oil - gotta mitigate the damage miracling it does. Should be fine in a few days with a little extra care, though - done way worse to it in the past and it's come out fine.

[ He adds in the last bit, in case Aziraphale got it into his head to worry about Crowley being reckless with his hair. ]