Team

"If you ask me," Crowley said to his counterpart, "he's too bloody normal."

Aziraphale popped another deviled egg into his mouth, and washed it down with coffee. He dabbed his lips with a paper napkin.

"It's my good influence," he beamed. "Or rather, credit where credit's due, that of my little team.”

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Good Omens - Eleven years ago