Reign of Terror

The wheel clamps disappeared.

"Let's have lunch," he said. "I owe you one from, when was it . . . "

"Paris, 1793," said Aziraphale.

"Oh, yes. The Reign of Terror. Was that one of yours, or one of ours?"

"Wasn't it yours?"

"Can't recall. It was quite a good restaurant, though.”

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Good Omens - Eleven years ago