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The number 249 is not divisible by 2

[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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[Crowley humms in consideration]

Will there be whiskey in this tea set?

Must I even answer that question?

[The clue is in the name.]

I think it's an important question for me.

[He wants to be fancy AND drunk, ok]

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

[No whiskey for you, my lad.]

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

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

Now you're just be stingy.

Do you want this tea set or not?

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

[Crowley lets out a huff]

Yes. I want the bloody tea set.

I thought you might.

[Someone sounds a little smug.]

I'll have it delivered later.

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

Until later, my dear.

[Which is a smug goodbye.]

[HE WILL GET YOU BACK, ANGEL]

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