"You rescued a child?" The look Aziraphale bestows Molly is full of warmth. "My dear, that's one of the most selfless things one can do. I'm sure she's far better off after having met all of you."

The angel adds a heaping teaspoon of sugar to his own cup of tea, making his sweet tooth rather obvious. He sips it slowly while listening to Molly's answer. The fact that there are so many different types of spells has him fascinated. Most of those he can do himself with a miracle or well-placed application of his grace, but for mortals to have access to such magic sounds like something from a fairy tale.

"My goodness, such variety. No wonder your world is so full of magic. And what about yourself, Molly? Do you perform magic as well?"