Aziraphale wasn't sure if they truly still had the same menu or if it was a tiny little miracle from Crowley, but decided not to question it.

Aziraphale was going to answer the question, really, but then suddenly, the waiter who had approached their table once more froze in mid air. In fact, so did everyone else. Everyone but them.

"Oh, no," Aziraphale said with a visible wince, just before a familiar figure strolled up to their table.

Michael.

She looked right past Aziraphale and sneered at Crowley. "I should have known," she said.

Then turned her attention back to Aziraphale. "I'm here to officially report that by the skin of your teeth you've only been demoted back down to your prior position. Just so you know, I voted against you. I think you should be mopping floors."

Aziraphale looked as if he wanted to sink into the floor.