It really has been a lovely day. Things still feel a little less muddled with these particular voices creating a tapestry around the edges of her thoughts. The oddity of The Rest Of Her Life is a little less faintly overwhelming, a little more reasonable.

Everything was sort of infinitely reasonable in comparison to what they've all been through, after all.

So it really has been lovely to be able to breathe here for a while, letting an afternoon spin idly by. And it really is quite lovely to set herself down on a blanket next to Aziraphale, attention flitting across this comforting collection of familiar faces before coming to rest on the angel's.

"How can there possibly be any left?"

Not that she won't have one. Sweets are good to nibble at the beginning of a pensive mood.