The trio had hoped for something that showed the other nephalem was there. Anything to prove that they were near him. All they got was a strange amount of energy. Of which didn't feel like entirely just the nephalem. In fact, it felt like an angel along with a demon. Charmeine was absolutely sure that she felt this angel's energy before. It was so familiar that she felt she knew their name too. One that wasn't her biggest fan when they worked together in the Garden. Near The Tree.

Aziraphale.

That might have been their name. Charmeine wasn't entirely sure of it. As it had been thousands of years since she'd seen them. Or got yelled at by them for making the platypus the way she did. Which was something that she admittedly had done terribly. Putting that to the side, Charmeine stated,"Zira wasn't exactly my biggest fan. I do think he thought I was lazy or something."

"Maybe worse.",Charmeine sighed. Though she wasn't entirely sure what that would be. What would be worse than lazy? Stupid? Pushing that to the side, Charmeine said,"I highly doubt he's got the nephalem though. That man was always so straight-laced and uptight. I bet the poor boy was here before him and left a little bit after."

"Is he really that terrible of a person?",Adora questioned. Feeling the urge to punch this feathery jerk. As no one got to make her sweet little dove like that. When Charmeine nodded her head, she decided she would smack this Aziraphale person when she met him. Hard. No matter if the demonic presence she felt was near him or not. If whomever they were got in the way, she'd hit them too. Probably with her favorite umbrella. And mentally made a note to sharpen the end of the umbrella as well.

For now, they were going to go to Bronwyn's home. Figure out what exactly that they needed to do. Well, that was the original plan. Until Bronwyn's phone started buzzing in her pocket. Soon as she picked up, there was a slightly familiar voice on the other end. A woman's voice that said,"Hello, Bronwyn. I know that you're going to need help on figuring out where your other kind is. I can do that for you."

"How do you know that? And who in the Owl's name are you?",Bronwyn questioned as they left the Ritz. As the voice may have been slightly familiar, the name had escaped the nephalem that moment. The woman answered,"My name is Anathema Device, Bronwyn. We've met six times in the past."

"And we'll be seeing each other at least slightly more than a dozen more.",Anathema added. Her tone suggesting that she knew more than Bronwyn. Which, probably was true. Still gave her an odd feeling in her stomach. Shoving this thought aside, Bronwyn asked,"And when is this supposed next meeting?"

"In at least twenty minutes at your home.",Anathema informed her. Giving the nephalem a polite 'goodbye' before hanging up. Something that confused Bronwyn slightly as she stared at her phone. Shutting it, she shoved her phone in her pocket. Not entirely aware of meeting anyone that was named Anathema. Though, the strange human woman definitely sounded familiar. In the most vague way possible. Shoving these thoughts aside, she told her makers what Anathema told her. And how they were going to be meeting her at the Nephalem's home in twenty minutes. Of which, her makers seemed to be a tiny bit uncomfortable. But, she assured them that they were going to be fine. After all, she had both of her makers with them. And they had the advantage of being at Bronwyn's home.

They knew the best places to escape from.

Sure, she was just one human. But the trio knew how dangerous one human could be. Since all of them were thousands of years old. They had seen the horrors that one human could commit. Putting these thoughts aside, Bronwyn said,"Well, she's expecting us in at least twenty minutes."

"Tough luck for her, we're going to take a bit longer than that.",Charmeine chuckled. As they were at least more than twenty minutes away. It would take them maybe forty or thirty minutes. There was no way that they could meet this Anathema girl in that time. But Adora seemed to have other ideas. A little wicked grin grew on her face as she ushered them to her pink car. Causing both of her girls to look slightly uncomfortable. Knowing that when she was issued a challenge, Adora would step up to it. And they both buckled up as the demon peeled out. Driving back towards Bronwyn's home in record time. All the while her two girls were trying to hold back their screams. An amazing effort on both womens parts as they arrived at the meeting place.

It was one of the most horrifying times of their lives. And they had lived through a lot of horrifying things.

As the other two women got out of the car, Adora said,"Tada! Twenty minutes on the dot!"

"Only because you've ignored several traffic laws and nearly ran over thirteen people!",Charmiene exclaimed. Wishing she hadn't accidentally challenged the demon. Realizing that her heart would've given out if she were human. Pressing a hand over her chest she tried to calm down. Which took a few deep breaths as Adora started chuckling. Adora couldn't help but smile a bit more as she stared at the angel. Then she asked,"You counted the amount of pedestrians I almost ran over?"

"That is besides the point, Peaches!",Charmiene answered. Setting her hands on her hips as she turned to her demon. Who still had the giant grin on her face. Rolling her eyes, she muttered,"Get that grin off your face."

"It's not that funny.",Charmiene added. Unbuckling the seat belt before getting out of the car. That still didn't stop Adora from laughing as she also got out. Having not buckled up as she gotten out. Their creation coming out a second afterward. Who had kept quiet to avoid drama. While they walked towards Bronwyn's home. A young woman and man were standing next to it. The young man looked a little uncomfortable to be there. But the young woman looked completely fine as she watched them approach. Smiling slightly as she said,"Hello, Bronwyn. It's good to be seeing you, again."

"When was the last time we met?",Bronwyn questioned. Still finding it strange how familiar the other woman looked. But still unable to place just why or when they had last 'met'. Anametha didn't seem troubled by her lack of remembrance. In fact, she seemed to expect it. It must have been days, or weeks, quite possibly months. Anametha answered,"It's been at least a year or so since we've last spoken. Possibly a tiny bit more."

A year? How in the world did this woman remember her after a year? Pushing that to the side, Bronwyn asked,"Okay. So you're here to help. Then what's this guy here for?"

"Just to help Mrs. Device.",he answered. A faint smile on his face as Bronwyn glanced him over. Looking a little nervous as the nephalem examined him. Keeping Anametha's items close to his chest in one arm. Holding a free hand out, he stated,"I'm Newton Device, miss."

"Bronwyn.",Bronwyn muttered. Finding this whole exchange peculiar. Unsure of what to make of the pair in front of her. While she stared between them, Bronwyn questioned,"So what do you know about the guy we're after?"

"Well, I can tell you more once we're in the house.",Anametha informed her. Motioning for Bronwyn to open the door. Then she added,"The 'Them' don't need to hear what we're about to say."

The 'Them'? Oh, the neighborhood kids she sometimes saw. Bronwyn vaguely remembered hearing about those children. From when neighbors actually bothered to speak to her. And didn't find her so utterly strange. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted the little group of children. All of whom were trying, and failing, to be more invisible than they actually were. Pretending she didn't see them, the nephalem fished out her house keys. Allowing all five of them to get into her home. Encouraging Anametha and Newton to sit on the couch. Heading to the kitchen to get them cookies and sweet tea. Her makers seated in the armchairs nearby. Both giving the humans near them some questioning look.

Unsure of what to make of them either. As both the demon and angel never met anyone like them before. Though Adora was sure she'd heard of Mrs. Device from somewhere. Where, she wasn't entirely sure of. Ignoring this, she toyed with the lace of her dress. In a calm voice, she questioned,"So. What exactly do you know about this other nephalem?"

"I know that the young man's name means 'One's Own Meadow'.",Anametha answered. Which could mean anything in Adora's mind. She rolled her eyes under her glasses as she stared at the human woman. Crossing her arms, she asked,"Anything else?"

"I'm only allowed to tell this to Bronwyn.",Anametha insisted. Her tone wasn't disrespectful. Just firm and the demon could tell wouldn't allow for an argument. So, she allowed the conversation to drop. Still unsure of what to make of Anametha's words. As there wasn't anything wrong with it. But she still wanted to know what her creation was getting into. Since the demon slightly feared the woman in front of her. Not the young man. Considering he looked like he would be easily dealt with. Pushing those thoughts to the side, she smiled as Bronwyn entered with the sweet tea and cookies. From what she could smell the cookies were walnut with chocolate chips.

Adora's favorite cookie.

Bronwyn knew that it was her favorite cookie. Everytime that she served it, it was to keep her calm. Or to bribe her demon maker relaxed. Which worked this time. Adora took a few with a tiny smile. Popping the giant treat into her mouth at the suprise of the young Newton. Who's eyes bugged out as he watched for a brief second. Before having his face gently turned away by Anametha's hand to their host, Bronwyn. Taking out a small amount of notes from her bag, Anametha said,"The boy that we're looking for is somewhat like yourself."

"He was made from a rather fastidious angel and shiftless demon.",she continued. That sounded strange. As Charmiene couldn't understand how to completely different personalities could have a child. Especially if one was lazy and the other was a fusspot. Kind of like her former co-worker had been as well. Pushing the thoughts aside, Anametha added,"He's somewhat like them. A bit fussy like the angel but rather laid back like the demon."

"What does he look like?",Bronwyn questioned. Trying to mentally picture this other nephalem. As she wanted to put a face to her fellow creature. Anathema said,"It's said he has strawberry hair with jade green eyes. Not much else is known about him."

Strawberry hair? So either the other nephalem was a blonde. Though Bronwyn wondered how vivid it was. Or if she'd be able to see his eyes at all. Looking at Anametha, she asked,"What else should I know about him, Mrs. Device?"

"Well, he's with his makers at that moment and they're spending quality time with him.",Anathema answered. Then told her that's all she had on him so far. That the rest would come to them when the time came. Bronwyn didn't like that. It made her slightly uncomfortable as she nibbled on a cookie. Newton doing the same as he stared at the cup of sweet tea. Unsure of what to make of the drink. Nothing that she could blame him for. As most people around where she lived never had sweet tea. And she also knew it was an acquired taste. Putting this to the side, Bronwyn asked,"So why are you helping me with this?"

"We're helping you find him in the hopes of stopping a horrific evil.",Newton answered. An answer that Anathema nodded her head in agreement over. Looking at her, he set his tea down on the coffee table. Coaster immediately slinking under before it got close to the surface. The young woman gave a small smile as she motioned him to go on. So, he did. Telling them about seven types of demons that were coming. Ones that would be after her and this young man. They were going to use the nephalems to bring forth an even more powerful demon.

Not, Satan.

But someone who was one tenth his power. And twice the current King of Hell's.


At Crowley's home, Ainsley was walking along the plants. Watching as they trembled in their pots at the demon's presence. It was a strange sight to behold. Plants shivering like there was a strong breeze. Even though no such thing was available in Crowley's home.

Which was quite a lovely place from Ainsley's perspective.

Glancing around the plants, he examined Crowley's home as well. Admiring the demon's sense of style. A tiny smile came to his face as he touched the plants. In a low voice, Ainsley said,"Goodness, you're quite the pretty one. Crowley really takes good care of you doesn't he?"

The shivers stopped at this. His kind words seemingly soothed the little plants. Crowley raised an eyebrow as he watched the plants relax. It annoyed him but, he allowed it. Mostly to see what the plants would do with this young nephalem. Or how they would react to Ainsley's words. Which the nephalem didn't stop with. He continued,"You're all so strong, healthy, and quite beautiful."

"It's really cool to get to meet you.",Ainsley added. Gently touching the nearest flower with a large grin. And with that, the plants seemed to lean towards him. Almost as if the nephalem were the sun and they'd missed it terribly. Flowers that hadn't bloomed instantly did so as they leaned towards Ainsley. A few flowers dropped onto him as he turned to Crowley. Who had an odd look on his face. One of amazement and curiosity.

Amazment that he got that reaction from the plants. Curiosity as to what the plants would do if he allowed Ainsley to care for them. How well they would fair.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Crowley made a fake stern face. Calmly, he said,"Alright, that was very cute. But now I've got petals to be cleaning up from the floor for the rest of the night."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll do that if you want? Where's the broom?",Ainsley asked. Feeling a little embarrassed as he stood in a pile of petals and flowers. The plants had stopped showering them with their feelings. Crowley felt his mask of fake sternness slip. But, he kept it on as he directed him to the right closet. And as soon as the nephalem was out of sight. He settled his hands on his hips as he glared at the plants. Ignoring the little snorts of laughter that Aziraphale was giving. Or how big of a smile he had on his face. Looking from one plant to another, Crowley said,"I appreciate you making our guest feel welcome. But making that much of a mess is unacceptable!"

"If I see one more petal or leaf on the floor, you will suffer the consequences. Am I understood?",he demanded. Watching the plants shiver in response. And correctly guessing that they understood. Giving a little nod, Crowley stated,"Good. Glad to see we're all on the same page."

A few seconds later, Ainsley had come back with the broom and dustpan. Not having noticed the demon's rant as he started cleaning. Quietly apologizing for getting the plants that worked up. Of which, Crowley found himself telling Ainsley that he didn't have to apologize. And that it wasn't a giant deal. But to please not do that sort of thing again. Ainsley agreed as he finished sweeping up the leaves, petals, and flowers. Dumping them into a nearby garbage can as he asked,"So how long have you had them?"

"Oh, some for fifty or so years. Others for a few weeks.",Crowley answered. Giving one plant a sharp look as it looked to be ready to toss another flower. Shivering as it kept its flower to itself. Aziraphale decided to walk alongside Ainsley as he glanced some over. Noticing how old they were and how beautiful they were too. The angel asked,"Amazing, aren't they?"

"Very much so, Mr. Fell.",Ainsley answered. Then he noticed the strange look on Aziraphale's face. Raising an eyebrow, Ainsley questioned,"Did I do something wrong, sir?"

"My name is Aziraphale, Ainsley. I only go by 'Mr. Fell' at my bookshop.",Aziraphale stated. A slight blush came to Ainsley's face as he apologized. Feeling a little silly for not realizing that. The angel soothed,"It's fine, Ainsley. I suppose I should've insisted earlier on."

"Well, I guess I should've asked too.",Ainsley said. Feeling silly that he hadn't. Aziraphale easily waved this off and patted Ainsley's shoulder gentle. Giving it a soft squeeze as they admired the plants. Letting go, he plucked the flowers that had stuck to Ainsley's hair. While he did so, the nephalem held still. Not wanting to be rude as Aziraphale did something nice for him. The Angel handed him the flowers that he retrieved and they continued walking. Crowley coming up behind them as they moved around the place. Ainsley holding the flowers close as he admired the demon's home. In a gentle voice, Ainsley stated,"I really like your place, Crowley."

"Especially, the painting of the Mona Lisa you got there.",the nephalem added. Admiring the oddness of it. As it looked like an odd copy of the Mona Lisa. Like a doodle or something. Looking at Crowley, he asked,"Is it a copy?"

"No, that's actually the original drawing that I got from the artist.",Crowley informed him. That made Ainsley's eyes go widely as he turned to stare at it. Amazed that it came from the original artist. And thoroughly amazed that Crowley asked for it. Wondering why in the world he wanted it. And then figured it was because they were friends. Or at least something close to that. As he doubted that demons could have human friends. Angels as friends and possibly more so than that? Pushing the thoughts to the side, Ainsley stated,"That's so freaking cool, Crowley."

"I suppose so.",Crowley muttered. Trying to come off as nonchalant about it. But he couldn't help the feeling of pride washing over him. A small smile coming to his face at the compliment that the nephalem gave him. Doing his best to squash it as he noticed Aziraphale watching him. Curosity plain as day on his face as he stared at his friend. Neither of them could understand why this nephalem was having an effect on them. One that was so strong it changed how they felt and acted. Apparently changed everything else in the house's feelings as well. Mostly how the plants were acting and practically singing Ainsley's praises. Putting those feelings aside, Aziraphale asked,"Did you ever meet anyone famous?"

"Well, I was pretty close to Oscar Wilde for a little while.",Ainsley answered. It wasn't a huge relationship. Just one where Ainsley and him were friends. Well, friends and Ainsley was silently pining over him. As Oscar had been married and didn't feel the same. That surprised the men, Crowley questioned,"You were close to Oscar Wilde? Like how close?"

"Oh, we were friends for a few years before his death.",the nephalem answered. Of which, Ainsley had a hard time grieving. Since he felt he had no real right. They weren't that close of friends. Well, as far as he could tell they weren't. After all, Oscar and him only hugged a few times. Held hands sometimes when they walked together. And gave each other tiny kisses to the cheek. Sometimes on the forehead. Well, Oscar gave him kisses to the forehead. Ainsley was too short to give him similar kisses. And he told the pair this as he sniffed the flowers. Amazed how beautiful they smelled.

Much nicer than most flowers he'd held in a long while.

Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged glances that Ainsley didn't see. But Crowley asked,"You sure that you weren't close?"

"Oh, I suppose not. I mean lots of friends do that for each other, right?",Ainsley questioned. Looking from Crowley and then to Aziraphale. Who put a hand to his own chin in thought. As if wondering if maybe that really was what just friends do for one another. Crowley definitely didn't see it as only how friends act. Since friends could give each other kisses and such. But, the way that Ainsley described it was a bit...odd. Putting that thought to the side, Crowley answered,"Yes, yes they do. Friends definitely do that for each other."

The angel look briefly confused before he stared at Crowley. Noticing him mouthing 'don't tell him' and quickly agreed. Silently agreeing to not tell Ainsley anything. As neither wanted to get into it. So, Crowley changed the subject. He questioned,"Would you like to try and make some of your food experiments?"

"I think I have some stuff in my kitchen that might be useful.",Crowley added. Aziraphale smiled slightly at this. The idea of eating the nephalem's food excited him a little. And the nephalem nodded his head in agreement over this. Putting the flowers into the pockets of his hoodie. Then taking it off as the nephalem said,"Heck yeah. I'd love to do that. Also it'll be fun to have you guys try it out."

Crowley immediately took Ainsley's hoodie and tossed it at the coat hanger. The hoodie landing on it easily. Something that slightly impressed Ainsley before heading to the kitchen. Which was quite the beautiful sight he hadn't seen before. So very modern, sleek, and full of beautiful kitchen stuff. Super clean as well. It immediately made him think of a professional chef's kitchen. Of which he wasn't really surprised with. Seeing is the demon probably made food for the angel. Or had him over to make stuff. So why not have a beautiful kitchen to impress the angel? Shoving the thought to the side, Ainsley went over to the sink. Washing his hands as he asked,"So. Do you guys want me to make cookies or a cake?"

"A cake, if that's alright?",Aziraphale questioned. As the angel had been wanting one for a bit. It was something that Ainsley liked making. And he was grateful that the angel wanted that. So he agreed to make a cake for them both. Picking out a cookbook that Crowley owned. Finding a recipe that the nephalem felt they would like. Which was a strawberry cake. One that he felt that the angel and demon might enjoy. Putting together the ingredients that he could find from the fridge. Along with stuff for a frosting that would work with it. While he worked, both men watched him with interest.

Aziraphale, mostly out of curiosity on what he was making. And liking the way that Ainsley was smiling as he worked. Getting a little frustrated here and there but not enough to be worried for.

Crowley, also curious as to what he was making. Along with worrying about whether the nephalem had enough stuff. Or was properly protected against mess. Not making a mess in his home, no that was fine. But the nephalem accidentally harming himself. Of which, he wasn't entirely sure why. There was something odd about worrying about this nephalem's health and well-being. Worrying about himself or Aziraphale? Sure.

This little stranger?

It puzzled him. But he didn't want to say anything as he continued to watch Ainsley. Who looked to be having a great time as he finished making the batter. Putting it in the fridge as he started pre-heating the oven for it. Taking the time to start a frosting as he waited. Aziraphale asked,"What kind of frosting are you making for it?"

"I was thinking of making a lemon one.",Ainsley answered. Smiling slightly at the idea of mixing both tastes. Strawberry and lemon. Which intrigued both men as they hadn't tried something like that. While he did this, Crowley questioned,"Shouldn't you grease the pans first? That way the cakes don't stick?"

"Oh, oh yeah. Thanks for reminding me of that.",the nephalem said. Hurrying to the pans he found for the cake pieces. Carefully getting them ready as Crowley smiled slightly. But he told the nephalem 'you're welcome' as the nephalem worked. It wasn't long and he was back to fixing the frosting. Soon as the oven was ready, Ainsley put the batter evenly into pans. Putting them into the oven a second later. Soon as he was done with the frosting, he got a tiny spoon out. Took a sample to see if was any good. Ainsley looked thoughtful as he stared down at the frosting. Taking the spoon and the little bowl over to them, Ainsley asked,"Would you guys mind tasting this? I'm not sure if it needs anything."

Giving Aziraphale a taste, he looked thoughtful for a second. But shook his head as he answered,"It tastes pretty good in my opinion. I don't think you need to change anything."

Then he gave a sample to Crowley. Who's face nearly puckered as he stared at the spoon. In a quiet voice, he said,"I vote a little more sugar."

The look on his face nearly made Ainsley giggle. But he kept it together as he got the spatula for the frosting. Adding a bit more sugar and remixing it. Heading back over with the sample spoon, Ainsley asked,"Okay, is this alright?"

Crowley took the next taste and smiled slightly. Giving him a thumbs up as he answered,"Perfect. Let Angel have a taste too."

Of which he did. And Aziraphale seemed delighted with it. So he set it back on the counter-top. Waiting for the cakes to be done, Ainsley's phone went off. The notifications surprised him and he got his phone out. It was just Ms. Vega texting him to see if he was fine. Of which, he told her that he was. Then told her that he was just hanging out with friends. And that he would be home around eleven or so. Somewhat of a lie but, he didn't want her to get worried. Evenin seemed to accept this and told him to have fun. It made him feel slightly guilty about lying but it was for the best.

After all, she didn't like Crowley. So if she knew that Ainsley were near him, she'd insist on coming over. Quite possibly call any law enforcement she could think of.

Putting his phone back into his pocket, Ainsley said,"Well, I got to go home at eleven or so."

"Ms. Shouty texting you?",Crowley questioned. Of which Ainsley nodded his head in agreement. The demon mentally rolled his eyes at this. That woman was too much in his opinion. And needed to take several step backs from the nephalem. But, wasn't entirely sure why this bothered him. It wasn't like this was his child. So why did it bother him that Ainsley's boundaries were being stomped? Aziraphale was wondering the same thing. Doing his best to keep it off his face as he thought it over. Unsure of why he was annoyed with it too. Except, he actually liked Ms. Vega. And was wondering what would be the best way of talking to her. Figuring if she came into the shop that he could speak to her. Tell her that she might be a bit too involved in Ainsley's life.

Privately in the comfort of his bookshop. Preferably when the other men wouldn't be around for.

Though, he wasn't sure why he cared so much either. As he'd met plenty of humans who were being smothered. And never felt the urge to go to this length. Give them small ideas to escape their situation. Make sure that they found a way out as well. But, not this. It made the angel slightly confused as he toyed with his buttons. Trying to figure out just what exactly these feelings were coming from.

Both demon and angel glanced at each other. Trying to see if the other felt the same way about this. When they realized that they did, Crowley asked,"Could you excuse us for a second, Ainsley? I need to speak to Aziraphale in private for a second."

Of which Ainsley nodded his head in agreement. Watching the cakes for a moment before getting back on his phone. Doing what, the demon wasn't entirely sure of. But he wasn't going to ask either. Instead he just walked with Aziraphale to the living room. When they were both out of earshot, Crowley stated,"I don't know about you but I'm feeling...protective of that boy."

"I don't know why but I actually want to help him with Ms. Shouty.",he continued. That was mostly surprising about the whole ordeal. Well, somewhat. Protecting the nephalem from the human that thoroughly disliked Crowley. As the demon found her slightly annoying. Ignoring this, Crowley added,"I actually wanted to smile when I touched his shoulder."

"I completely understand this. I'm almost tempted to speak to Ms. Vega about her behavior.",Aziraphale said. In a probably less than scary manner that Crowley wanted to. Putting these thoughts to the side, he continued,"I'm also tempted to find his creators and wring their necks."

"Abandoning that poor boy to his own devices.",he added. Crowley wasn't entirely sure it was on purpose. And from the way that Ainsley phrased it, they just weren't around. Quite possibly didn't know that the nephalem even existed. Though he wasn't entirely sure how they didn't know he existed. The nephalem was so powerful that they should've felt him across any continent. It surprised him how they hadn't. Setting his hands on his hips, Crowley said,"Well, I'm sure they don't know he exists. Which is strange."

"It's not like he's hiding himself.",Crowley continued. Aziraphale nodded in agreement as he listened to the demon. Looking over at the angel, Crowley added,"If I were his maker, I'd be extremely proud of how strong he is."

"I would be too, dear boy.",Azirphale agreed. If that young man was the angel's creation, he would've been proud. Extremely so. While they spoke, Ainsley had snuck to the doorway. Not enough for them to see him. But enough to listen to them speak. A blush raising to his cheeks before he went back to the oven. Setting his phone onto the counter as he thought this over. These two men would be proud of him if they were his makers? They would be proud of him?

Barely anyone ever told him that they were proud of him. Like Ms. Vega had once. Even a few friends in the past had. One that still made him tingly all over was Oscar telling him that. Pushing those feelings aside as he checked the cake timer, he looked for oven mitts. Put them on and pulled the cakes out to cool on the counter near his phone. Being careful to not squish it. Collecting his phone, Ainsley barely noticed the pair coming back into the room. Crowley asked,"Need any help cooling the cakes off?"

"Nah, I got it covered.",Ainsley answered. Keeping a polite smile on his face as he raised a hand. Snapped his fingers to immediately cool them. Then gingerly touched the cake pans to be sure that it worked. When he was sure, he set them down on the baking rack. Ainsley then hurriedly got the frosting and decorated each part. Put them together as carefully as he could. Slid it onto a giant platter that he found and took it over to the men. Who were eyeing it appreciatively and Crowley took the cake from him. Heading to his desk as Aziraphale got them plates along with forks. As well as a decent knife to cut and serve the cake with. The trio sat around Crowley's desk. Or rather the three of them set the cake on the desk while sitting on the floor. All enjoying the nice strange mix of lemon and strawberry as they sat together in silence.