Anathema and Crowley riding through town together. He’s in an old-ass Bentley cursed to blare Queen—she’s in a deep violet Volkswagen charmed to only play Fleetwood Mac.
Aziraphale would rather hug a cactus than sit in the back while they are up front arguing over the music.
Aziraphale and Newt, meanwhile, would have a lovely time eating sandwiches under the shade of a tree while their partners wreck havoc across the streets of England.
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