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Over the centuries, there are only so many hobbies one can find to occupy oneself between temptations. The skydiving had been fun, if a little deja vu. But the hunting had been distinctly... unsavoury, and if Crowley were to be perfectly honest with himself, he'd have to admit that the cloudwatching may have just been an excuse to lay on the beach all summer. At any rate, this time around, Crowley was learning to cook. Or trying to, at any rate. His general method consisted of letting the recipe book fall open on a random page, conjuring up the ingredients, and mixing them together haphazardly until he inevitably got distracted. He'd started out with something simple - a summer salad. Only then Aziraphael had dropped by, and they'd wound up re-working their theories concerning the forbidden fruit. And when he'd been about to paint the honey glazing on the ham, the angel had showed up again. Aziraphael had been very distracted by the honey.
Oh well. If at first you don't succeed, wasn't that how the saying went? Crowley reached for the recipe book, balanced it on its spine, and let it fall open. Profiteroles. Crowley grinned, and began to whip the cream.
Over the centuries, there are only so many hobbies one can find to occupy oneself between temptations. The skydiving had been fun, if a little deja vu. But the hunting had been distinctly... unsavoury, and if Crowley were to be perfectly honest with himself, he'd have to admit that the cloudwatching may have just been an excuse to lay on the beach all summer. At any rate, this time around, Crowley was learning to cook. Or trying to, at any rate. His general method consisted of letting the recipe book fall open on a random page, conjuring up the ingredients, and mixing them together haphazardly until he inevitably got distracted. He'd started out with something simple - a summer salad. Only then Aziraphael had dropped by, and they'd wound up re-working their theories concerning the forbidden fruit. And when he'd been about to paint the honey glazing on the ham, the angel had showed up again. Aziraphael had been very distracted by the honey.
Oh well. If at first you don't succeed, wasn't that how the saying went? Crowley reached for the recipe book, balanced it on its spine, and let it fall open. Profiteroles. Crowley grinned, and began to whip the cream.
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Ha! Love it.