[The discomfort radiating off Aziraphale is almost palpable, and Crowley wonders if he should leave to spare them both this awkwardness, but he knows that'll only make them both feel worse.]

Yeah, alright, I've heard they're not too difficult to manage, could probably wrangle some for you. [It seems stupid, talking about nothing when there's tension in the air, but it's better than silence.] S'weird to think about Spring coming up. Could finally go on that picnic you promised me.

[Almost sixty years ago, now, but Crowley hasn't forgotten.]