Heaven – Aziraphale's office
Crowley let himself in to the empty office. He had smelled his way there. No other angel smelled like his quarry.
"A cloud?" Crowley looked at the large desk. "He is actually using a cloud as a chair?"
He saw the desk had a pad of paper, a nib pen and a book on the desk. He made his way around to get a look at the title. "hoo boy! That will put hairs on your chest"
He opened the drawer on the left. Neatly hung file folders crowded it. He pushed them all to the back. Leaving a gap to the front of the drawer.
Out of his trouser pocket, he took out a folded paper bag. It was flat, looking like the ones they used to sell old fashioned sherbet lemons in. As he opened it and cold steam puffed out. "Marvellous" he smiled.
Tipping it up into the drawer, at his legs. Out poured a steady stream for little, green, frozen, peas.