I made verde crema chicken enchiladas 😸
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season 3 starts. normal pan of The Street in soho. Nina is bussing tables. Maggie is opening a shipment of records and excitedly sorting them. Muriel is answering the phone, and while they’re wearing markedly more human clothes than we previously saw them in, the conversation they’re having with the other end of the line is unsurprisingly cryptic and/or misunderstood. We see a pale hand with a black sleeve take the phone and hear him mutter something along the lines of “fuck off” before slamming the phone back on the cradle. there’s an immediate cut from his hand to a startlingly similar one- but with a white sleeve instead. he’s tracing a familiar black car parked on the curb with tentative fingertips like he’s trying to summon a memory.
The bell to the bookshop rings and the door closes absurdly loudly in the silence. “Hello!” Muriel cries, reaching for the man behind them. He’s turned away, arms full of books that don’t really need to be moved but it gives him something to do.
“We’re closed,” he says vaguely, adding quickly “Indefinitely.”
“That’s a shame.”
Crowley drops the stack. The books clatter to the floor in a deafening heap. Muriel makes a noise like it physically hurt them
Crowley turns to face Aziraphale. It’s an awkward, stumbling moment of silence.
“I suppose you’ve come to take me to heaven, then.”
Aziraphale smiles. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t think you’d like it.”
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Charlie, pacing the floor: Vaggie, I’m worried about Adam. He hasn’t come out of his room in a week! And he hasn’t spoken to anybody since the first day
Vaggie, mumbling: Coming from someone who was his subordinate, trust me that’s a good thing
Charlie, not hearing her because Vaggie spoke so low: He has texted my dad, which is a good sign but also weird?
Vaggie, raising an eyebrow: That is weird, I wouldn’t expect that because there’s the whole wife seducing thing between them
Charlie, nodding and poking her phone: It shocked me too. But Dad spammed him with pictures of different ducks he made and Adam actually replied.
Vaggie: Did he tell him to stop?
Charlie, shaking her head: No, he was confused as fuck why Dad’s in love with ducks. I think Dad’s still typing the response to that….but I’m losing track of what I was originally saying. I’m worried about him! What do we do?
Vaggie, begrudgingly assisting only because she loves her girlfriend: We’ve only taken on residents who’ve been in Hell for a few years, Angel’s been here since the 40’s. But It’s only been a month and a week since Adam’s been in Hell, he’s still coping with it and grieving his old life. That will take time, give him space to wallow then start including him in the activities
Charlie, sighing: You're right. He needs time. And while we wait maybe I can at least get some ribs sent to his room to make him feel a little better……
Meanwhile, Adam who is in a nest of covers hiding from the new world he was stuck in: I didn’t think anybody could have this many fucking opinions about ducks. Except those fucker’s who invented the duck stamp competition on earth, Hah the apple bastard didn’t mention that. I’m gonna rub his face in it
Lucifer, his wings popping out in excitement: THE HUMANS HAVE WHAT?!
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