A/N: Yeah, so I was looking up the Gavotte on Wikipedia for Good Omens reasons and saw that it's still danced in parts of the Bretagne as part of local festivities. Obviously my first thought was that if Aziraphale read that he would want to go there asap.
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"No."
"Why ever not?"
"Because it's stupid."
"Since when has that been a hindrance to you, dear boy?"
"You only want to go there because la Bretagne is the only place left on Earth where they still haven't gotten the memo that the Gavotte went out of style over a century ago!"
"I fail to see why you would consider this a negative."
"I'm not doing the Gavotte with you."
"Fine. What's the next item on your list?"
"Pub crawl from Prague to Krakow. Should take about a month."
"Splendid. I'll pick you up in Krakow in thirty days then."
"Er. What?"
"Going to a fest-noz mighty not be entirely up your lane-"
"Alley."
"-but it is most certainly on my list and therefore I'm going. Don't worry my dear, I'll enjoy myself just fine without you. I'll see you in Krakow."
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"Oh, Crowley! How nice of you to come and join me after all! And what a lovely costume you're wearing!"
"Ssshut up, angel."
"I didn't know you could do a Gavotte."
"Can't. The csssider can. Now start dancing in step, will you."