"Calligraphy," the angel sighs. "That's practically a lost art form where I'm from. You must have a steady hand, if these sketches are any indication. I do hope you're careful during your explorations of the Wilds. I'm told it can be rather dangerous there."

As Ben relays his idea, Aziraphale has to suppress a grin. Money is not an issue for him and he was fully prepared to pay with currency of Ben's choosing, but the offer charms him. "I'll take your deal, my good man. What shall I bake for you in return for... oh, that drawing, there?"

He points to a sketch of a forest clearing. Ben has captured the mysterious mood of the scene -- it reminds Aziraphale a bit of Wessex, when large swaths of forest were still left untouched.