d o n ' t . c o u n t . y o u r . c h i c k e n s

Don't Count Your Chickens...
[by victoria p.]

Rating: G

Summary: "My dear Crowley, I didn't think you cared."

Notes: Written for froda baggins, who requested "Aziraphale, confusion and a clock!"

Date: January 30, 2005

"I don't understand," Aziraphale whispered, staring at the two roasters leaning against each other forlornly in the pan, still only half-cooked instead of being golden brown and succulent. He glanced at the clock. "It's been an hour and fifteen minutes. At three-hundred-twenty-five degrees. The book says--"

"Why don't you just--" Crowley made a vague waving gesture with his hands and Aziraphale shook his head.

"If it were just us, I would," Aziraphale answered, "but not with guests. That's so--"

"Practical? Easy? Time-saving?"

"Impersonal. And tacky."

"Oh, but it's all right when you cook for me," Crowley hissed.

Aziraphale frowned at him, confused and a little surprised. "My dear Crowley, I didn't think you cared."

"I don't," Crowley insisted, but Aziraphale smiled beatifically at him.

"Of course not." He managed to wait ten minutes before opening the oven door again, and his cheerful surprise was easily faked when he said, "Would you look at that? Done already!"

He didn't even mind that Crowley never thanked him.

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