"Absolutely not, Crowley says firmly, squeezing Aziraphale's fingers again with the hand not holding a champagne glass. "Only two people in the world have permission to touch my sunglasses, and they're both sitting at this table. Everyone else can bloody well get their own."

She finally releases his hand, holds up the menu and glances it over, then shrugs. "I like surprises sometimes. Let's do that." Her mouth quirks up. "Seems a good night for it."