"Crowley!", hissed Aziraphale. "Crowley, look!" He enthusiastically poked the large black snake wrapped around the branch he was perching on.
"Hnffss", made the snake and lazily opened its eyes. "Whasss the matter angel? I was having a wonderful dream. It involved Hastur and Ligur and a pool of holy-"
"Look! They're here!", interrupted him Aziraphale, pointing excitedly to a particularly big and gnarly tree a dozen meters ahead of them and nearly falling off their own tree. "The gorillas are here!"
That did get Crowley's attention – for the snake was no other than him – at last.
"What? Where?", he asked. Aziraphale shushed him. Completely unnecessary, if you asked Crowley. Animals were never disturbed by an angel's presence and he had concealed his by turning into a form native to the forest. But that was angels for you.
Crowley followed Aziraphale's line of sight. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the light but then he, too, spotted the big silverback the angel had seen, soon followed by the rest of his troop.
The watched silently.
After a few minutes, Aziraphale turned to Crowley and said triumphantly: "See? Nests. "
"You don't have to look so smug, angel ", grumbled Crowley. "Those are monkeys! Monkeys building nests, I mean who came up with that!"
"Apes", corrected him Aziraphale.
"What?"
"Gorillas are apes, not monkeys. It's quite an important distinction", the angel explained.
"Same differenccce", hissed Crowley and tried to roll his eyes, a task snakes were not very well suited to. Nevertheless, he managed to get the point across by means of an annoyed head twist.
"Anyway, they build nests", said Aziraphale, sensing there was little point in starting an argument about proper primate terminology. "I get to pick the next destination."
"Fine.", said Crowley. "As long as you pick something with alcohol. "