The sound of the Bentely idling outside the bookshop made Aziraphale only look up momentarily from his book. Snapping his fingers, the door automatically unlocked itself, and Crowley swaggered in a moment later with a paper bag in his hand.

"Crowley, I'm surprised to see you here with the quarantine order and all." Aziraphale said mildly.

The demon grinned, "I'm occult I can make myself invisible, you know that."

Aziraphale's eyebrows shot up, "And the Bentely?"

The smirk on Crowley's face grew, " Made it invisible too. No one was the wiser." He sat the bag onto Aziraphale's register counter and leaned back on it.

"Did you hear, the PM is in hospital because of the virus?" Crowley asked with his arms crossed over his chest.

Aziraphale looked a little crestfallen. "Oh dear, that's not good is it? I do hope he gets well." Then he added. "Did you hear the Queen's speech today? It was quite moving. It's just as though she was giving a pep-talk to Britain during World War II. " He looked sadly out at the empty streets. "I wish I could do more, Crowley."

In fact, the angel had told him what had transpired only a day earlier. Aziraphale had gone to several hospitals, hoping to heal some of the desperately ill, using his ethereal powers to mask his presence. Above had apparently gotten wind of this, and Uriel had appeared at the bookshop. She explained that Heaven hoped that humankind would come up with their own solutions and support one another as they should. She said, in no uncertain terms, that if Aziraphale continued to interfere, his actions to thwart Pestilence would be made known to the semi-retired Horseman. Disheartened, Aziraphale remained at the shop, staying indoors per the nationwide decree.

"Well, since we're stuck indoors thanks to the quarantine…." Crowley began, and began to pull something out of the paper bag. It was a sleek white box with small white controllers of some sort.

"What is that?" Aziraphale looked bemused.

"It's a Wii, Angel." Crowley was busy miracling a 80'' television into the middle of the space.

"A what?! Really, Crowley, such language!"

"It's a game, Aziraphale."

The angel shifted on his feet. "I'm...not good with technology, Crowley."

"This is really simple Angel, I promise. I'm going to get you into the 21st century kicking and screaming if I have to." He smirked.

"Where did you get it?"

Crowley shrugged, "Internet. Got it cheap because it's old tech.I watched a few videos on how to set it up." A few moments later, the game screen popped up with a loud set of music that made the angel jump a little, Crowley snapped his fingers, and the chairs along with several bookshelves were pushed back out of the way. "Alright, now all we have to do is put together our avatars."

The next ten minutes sprouted a heated debate between them as they settled on Aziraphale's game persona.

"I am not that plump, Crowley!" the angel seethed.

"Sorry, angel." Crowley muttered, while sliding the adjustment bar to make him look less bulky. Aziraphale's game avatar looked only slightly like him: tan shirt, yellow hair (they didn't have blond) brown pants and blue eyes. Crowley's was even less like his true self. His avatar had black hair (there was no red hair to be found) with sharp bangs, a red shirt, and black pants. There were no eyes that matched his (they were all annoyingly normal colors) so Crowley settled on a set of eyes that made him look "mean" as he put it.

Once this was completed, Crowley started to teach Aziraphale how to use the controller. "Alright, Angel. I got a disc that has games you like, like bochi ball." The angel's eyes lit up. "Want to try a practice game to get the hang of it?" a nod, and he continued. "Right, there's an 'A' button and 'B' button." He turned it over to show the B button. "You press the two buttons to release the ball. "He demonstrated by tossing the jackball, then took his turn to toss a red ball into close proximity of it. "Your turn!"

Aziraphale looked a little flustered, but couldn't get release the ball. "Why doesn't this thing work, Crowley?" he cried with a little fustration.

"You have to let go of the 'B' button, Aziraphale." Crowley replied patiently.

Aziraphale tried again, a cry of delight when he not only succeeded, but managed to click Crowley's ball out of the way of the jackball.

"Well done, Angel." Crowley smiled broadly.

They played several rounds of bochi ball and won in even matches. Both tried their hands at tennis as well, but were howling the laughter as the tennis ball kept going by without either one of them being able to hit it.

By the time six o' clock came around, the pair found their arms sore and their stomach rumbling with hungry.

"This was fun, Crowley." Aziraphale exclaimed. "Thank you for bringing this over."

"No problem. I can order some more games next time if you like." He stretched his arms and put aside the controller. "Why don't I order some Indian take-away and we can pick this up later. We...need to practice our tennis. We'll watch a movie in the meantime. I've got to introduce you to the Harry Potter series."

"Next time, can we play Scrabble?" Aziraphale asked, pleadingly. He set aside his controller too, and snapped his armchair close to the television while Crowley searched for 'Harry Potter and the Philospher's Stone' on it.

"Sure thing, Angel."

/End Chapter