The number 249 is not divisible by 2

[onlyanapple]

[There's the sound of pages turning, not from the main journal, but from one a short distance from this open one. Crowley has to wonder how many residents still even HAVE an old journal. Not many, he bets. Really, it doesn't bother him as much as he should, his newly found factoid. The passing of time is of little consequence to him. Still, it should probably be said, so after a moment, he deigns to speak]

It managed to pass me completely by, but I've passed the five year mark, living here now. Small change, really, but still something. [A few more pages turning] I think I'm the longest serving resident here, now.

...Thought I'd at least get a little trophy for that. Perhaps a commemorative plate. But nothing. Way to be cheap, Paradisa.

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[onlyanapple]

[Crowley huffs. He bets the angel is thinking about that sodding plate he had for his vegetable]

You just want to be the only one with a trophy. Greed is a sin, you know, angel.

[footnote]

Don't try and turn this around on me, old boy. Mine was for a legitimate achievement, you can't just expect a trophy for existing.

[onlyanapple]

I don't see why not. I happen to be very good at it.

[footnote]

That's a matter of opinion.

[He sounds rather disgruntled. But, honestly, he's just worried about his friend after being in a place like this for the longest.]

[onlyanapple]

Now that's hitting below the belt.

[He knows what the angel's getting at though, and heaves out a sigh]

I'm fine. [Not really] It's not all that different from living on Earth. It's just like having a few centuries crammed into a few years, instead.

[footnote]

[It's very awkward, this whole being concerned and not wanting to express it for fear of breaching the delicate social etiquette¹.]

That sounds awfully tiring, my dear.

1. This was not the social etiquette of the Arrangement, but the much more mundane etiquette of two grown men (or men shaped creatures) of vaguely British origins. Anything more than a slight nod or a quick handshake was considered very unseemly.

[onlyanapple]

[And there was no way of getting around that etiquette. It's not like they could suddenly be FRENCH or something. That just wouldn't do]

It can be. [A touch of honesty there] But I got used to it. Not like I had much choice otherwise.

[footnote]

No, well, quite.

[That was quite enough about that, this was getting dangerously close to heartfelt.]

I suppose I could order you a nice tea set, if you really wanted a commemoration.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley humms in consideration]

Will there be whiskey in this tea set?

[footnote]

Must I even answer that question?

[The clue is in the name.]

[onlyanapple]

I think it's an important question for me.

[He wants to be fancy AND drunk, ok]

[footnote]

It's called a tea set, which means it will include a selection of teas.

[No whiskey for you, my lad.]

[onlyanapple]

Yes, I know that. I wish to put whiskey in the tea.

[footnote]

Then you'll have to find your own whiskey, I'm sure you have a bottle or two somewhere.

[onlyanapple]

Now you're just be stingy.

[footnote]

Do you want this tea set or not?

[Said in much the same manner of 'should I turn this car around, young man']

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley lets out a huff]

Yes. I want the bloody tea set.

[footnote]

I thought you might.

[Someone sounds a little smug.]

I'll have it delivered later.

[onlyanapple]

Stop being smug. [That's like a thank you]

[footnote]

Until later, my dear.

[Which is a smug goodbye.]

[onlyanapple]

[HE WILL GET YOU BACK, ANGEL]