[ Now that he's rested, the thought of a walk across town doesn't seem nearly so insurmountable as even climbing the flights of stairs to Crowley's room had just a day before. Aziraphale shuffles into his shoes - the human way; they'd both learned fairly quickly that miracles were something to be conserved here - and gives Crowley a wide-eyed, hopeful look. ]
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Did you say "hearty fare"?