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Crowley: Hey angel, you wanna come over to my place for brunch this morning?
Aziraphale: Thank you, that would be lovely! Shall I bring anything?
Crowley: Nah...well, you could stop by that one bakery with the new...
Aziraphale: Oh, no.
Crowley: Yeah, come on, I really want to try them!
Aziraphale: Crowley, I admit those "cronuts" weren't bad, but these are...
Crowley: Brilliant!
Aziraphale: I was going to say embarrassing.
Crowley: Work of genius, I tell you. Activated charcoal is very trendy these days. Makes things so beautifully black.
Aziraphale: Hot cross buns aren't supposed to be black.
Crowley: They're not hot cross buns! They have pentagrams on them.
Aziraphale, sighing: They're blasphemous buns.
Crowley: Yeah.
Aziraphale: Fine, I'll go see if they're as popular as you said.
Crowley: Thanks, angel! See you soon.
Tired, jaded bakery person: What can I get for ya, hon?
Aziraphale: Good morning! I was hoping you had some of those buns. You know, the black ones.
Bakery person: Sorry, hon, we sold out an hour ago. Line was all the way down the street!
Aziraphale: Oh. Well, I'm glad they're selling so well. Maybe I'll try back tomorrow.
Bakery person: You want anything else?
Aziraphale: No, thank you. They're not for me, you see. They're for my snake. He's very picky.
Bakery person: Are you seriously telling me that your anaconda don't want none unless we've got buns, hon?