Penbee's Musebox

Misc CRAU -- Choose your flavor

The bell over the door rings, and from somewhere in the dusty shelving, Aziraphale mutters something under his breath. It sounds like "sugar" or "drat" but in any case, it's a mild bit of annoyance at having gotten distracted in his Oscar Wildes and forgotten to switch the sign to closed.

"I'm very sorry," he says as he comes around the shelf to greet the customer, book still in hand, "but we are-- Oh!"

The book, knowing better than to fall, finds itself relocated to a nearby table instead of falling on the floor with the angel's surprise.

"How did you get here?"

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