212 Fahrenheit is the boiling point of water at sea level

[onlyanapple]

[Behind the doors leading into the kitchen, ballroom, and dining room today are a secret surprise. Mostly air horns duct taped to the walls, so when the doors are opened, the horn will BLARE LOUDLY.

It turns out Crowley is a touch more upset about Jilly leaving than he's let on, and so is making everyone else suffer for of it. He might be hanging around the crime scenes, too. With earplugs in.

Just waiting for someone to accidentally trip his trap]

[[ooc: Open as an open thing, set off the horns, manage to avoid them, do whatever you wish!]]

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[onlyanapple]

Yeah well, the earplugs aren't the wile, so there. [Yup, especually petulant today]

[thwarting]

But you admit you have got earplugs!

[onlyanapple]

I admit nothing.

[thwarting]

You just d-- this is going in circles, must we do this again?

[onlyanapple]

We will until you sit down and let my enjoy my coffee.

[thwarting]

[In the slightly worried tones of someone who knows he should be doing a more stringent job, but would really be rather having a cup of tea.]

Oh, very well.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley has to give the angel that much, he's been cutting him some slack lately. After a measured pause]

Jilly went home.

[thwarting]

[His face falls a little, concentrating on putting the tea bag just so in the pot.]

I know.

[onlyanapple]

She was here for a good long time, too.

[thwarting]

She will be greatly missed, that's for certain.

[onlyanapple]

Yeah, well. People go. It's what they do. [He's doing his best to look less bothered about this than he actually is]

[thwarting]

[He knows. If anyone could tell what the demon were really feeling, it was Aziraphale, and likewise the other way - though, for simple virtue of what he was, Aziraphale was showing some of his upset.]

It is never easy to lose a friend.

[onlyanapple]

[The demon shrugs awkwardly]

Yeah well. She's probably better off at home anyway. Less chance of major psychological scarring.

[thwarting]

[He didn't know much about Jilly's home, but he had the impression not all had been roses there.]

She's one of ours, I'm sure she'll be watched.

[Except they both knew Heaven didn't pay nearly as much attention to individual souls as Hell did.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley looked up from his misery to frown a little]

Wow. That's comforting.

[thwarting]

...Yes, sorry. Not as much as I hoped it would be.

[onlyanapple]

Well. So long as they don't mess her up. She's had enough of that in her life.

[thwarting]

...Fancy a drink, old boy?

[onlyanapple]

...Yeah. Let's get wasted. Wasted is good.

[thwarting]

Whiskey? Or a nice Chardonnay?

[onlyanapple]

I think today is a whiskey day.

[thwarting]

[He waves his fingers, whereupon one of the bottles of water in the kitchen turned into a rather surprised vintage whiskey.]

I quite agree.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley made a 'hmm' sound in acknowledgement for this thing the angel has done for them, before pouring himself a glass]

I'm the fifteenth longest serving resident here now, you know. I did the math.

[thwarting]

...

[He couldn't think of anything to say to that which wasn't a) patronisingly silly or b) untrue. So he fell back on the Great British awkward small talk.]

At least you can enjoy the weather in the seasons here, hm?

[onlyanapple]

[The demon chuckled a little, taking a sip]

Apparently that only just started when I arrived. Maybe I brought it with me.

How British of me.