Aziraphale has no reason to doubt Ben's self-assessment, so the man's confident reply is assurance enough for him. "I haven't spent much time in the Wilds," he admits. "I've gotten a bit too used to city life, although I do love nature."

He looks over the sketch, catching details that he missed the first time around. His smile softens and he nods approvingly. "Yes, it's very good. You've really captured the spirit of the forest... metaphorically speaking, of course." He laughs a little at his own joke. One never knows around here.

When Ben uses the A-word, Aziraphale coughs a little on his bubble tea. He'll always have a bit of a Pavlovian response to that word, unfortunately. "Er, yes. Jolly good. What sort of muffins would you prefer? Any flavors I should avoid?" He's already thinking of a few recipes in his collection, but doesn't want to get ahead of himself.