Crowley hesitates to answer again, but this time it's not that he wasn't paying attention, just still trying to settle himself. He clears his throat, nodding in response.


"Yeah. Third time's a charm." he sighs. "Are you alright?"

He stares as Aziraphale tries to wipe syrup off of his hand, his expression confused for a moment, then he snaps his fingers, ridding the angel of the mess via miracle.