Minoru would be relieved to know that he wouldn’t become a monster snack, even if he were somehow transformed into a cookie. (Depending on the universe, that may not always be the case…)

“Oh, Aziraphale?” Isamu had no trouble at all pronouncing it. “I recall those vey ducklings. I wrongly hypothesized that the ducklings had imprinted upon him and thought that he was their mother. But it seemed the mother duck merely used him as a babysitter, so she could take a relaxing swim on her own.”

Minoru laughed. “Wait, really? Ducks do that?!”

“Those certainly did. So fair warning, if you frequent that pond.”