Something in the woman's expression opens a little, when Crowley mentions the star; her grip on Crowley's hand is firm, and the nervousness seems to fade for a moment. Clearly people don't get the reference very often. Though she has no idea she's shaking hands with the chief architect of her namesake.
"Merope Stanton. Mr. Fell mentioned you in his emails[1]. It's great to meet you."
"Swan Lake is a mutual favorite," Aziraphale says, somehow both sly and proud. "Very dear to our hearts. From what you've already told me I have every confidence this production will do it justice."
"Well, for a certain value of justice," Merope laughs, gaze flicking between the two of them. "I don't know if Mr. Fell has told you, but the story in our version is very different from the traditional ballet."
[1] It did, in fact, take several miracles for Aziraphale's computer to handle email. Thankfully, computers are very good at doing what they're told without question or complaint, and Aziraphale can be quite articulate and polite when he wants something, so whenever the angel writes out a letter with ink and quill, then folds and seals it and feeds it into the floppy disk drive, it finds a way to make the entire process work. Incoming emails, incidentally, print themselves out on his dot matrix printer in exquisite and extremely legible handwriting.
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"Merope Stanton. Mr. Fell mentioned you in his emails[1]. It's great to meet you."
"Swan Lake is a mutual favorite," Aziraphale says, somehow both sly and proud. "Very dear to our hearts. From what you've already told me I have every confidence this production will do it justice."
"Well, for a certain value of justice," Merope laughs, gaze flicking between the two of them. "I don't know if Mr. Fell has told you, but the story in our version is very different from the traditional ballet."
[1] It did, in fact, take several miracles for Aziraphale's computer to handle email. Thankfully, computers are very good at doing what they're told without question or complaint, and Aziraphale can be quite articulate and polite when he wants something, so whenever the angel writes out a letter with ink and quill, then folds and seals it and feeds it into the floppy disk drive, it finds a way to make the entire process work. Incoming emails, incidentally, print themselves out on his dot matrix printer in exquisite and extremely legible handwriting.