A child with a knife! Aziraphale fidgets with his teacup, knowing that fretting about something that already happened and was happily resolved is pointless, but does it anyway. At least until he's distracted by talk of Jester's god. "How curious. I've never heard of that sort of religious worship. Er... her god isn't named Loki, by any chance?"

Loki isn't the only god of mischief out there, of course, but he's the only one Aziraphale is friends with, and it doesn't hurt to check, doesn't it? The Nexus is full of strange coincidences.

Molly's blood magic does put the scars on his body into perspective. But that's a conversation for another time, as Aziraphale is busy having a spoonful of soup, followed by a bite of that buttery brioche. He makes a content sound and pats the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "I'm glad it's to your liking," he replies, smiling warmly. "We have tarot readers where I'm from, most are faking it, but I've known people over the years who have a true gift for it. You could probably do well for yourself here, with such a talent."