Molly is not the only infernal being who enjoys good-naturedly ruffling the angel's feathers, but at least Aziraphale is used to it, settling back into his sunny disposition easily. "Ah, I see. Her faith must be very strong to openly worship a god who isn't approved by the government." His eyebrows pull together and he asks, "But why aren't some approved? They make themselves known to clerics and others who call upon them. Are some bad?" The Traveller doesn't sound bad at all. Polytheism can be so confusing sometimes.

Aziraphale bites into his savory tart while Molly explains, lost for a moment in the crunch of the crust and the balanced flavor of the filling. "Oh... yes, I suppose that's true..." He thinks of Madame Tracy and her false seances, although she must have been attuned to the ethereal somehow, or he wouldn't have been able to successfully possess her. "Sometimes 'interesting' is what people are looking for. Who is the Moonweaver? Are they another god?"