Aziraphale laughs, resting his hands in his lap so he doesn't interfere with the bus boy's dish clearing. "You're telling me! I've met all sorts of beings here that I've only read about in books." That might sound strange, coming from an angel, but the supernatural is surprisingly limited where he's from, and the technology, too, at least in comparison to starships and sentient robots.

His eyes zero on the coin when it appears, an expression of pure delight appearing on his face. "You can make it walk across your knuckles!" he says in awe. "It always slips out of my hand when I try. How did you learn that one, will you show me?"