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“Angel, I don’t need another scarf. You’ve knitted me five already.”
“I know, dear. I don’t know how to do anything else, though.”
Crowley thought a moment before grinning mischievously. “I think I know what we can do with the spares.”
“Oh?”
“Yup. Give me a minute.” He headed into the bedroom, a few minutes later calling out. “Can you give me a hand, angel?”
Aziraphale set the yarn aside and followed. He found Crowley, scarves binding his wrists and ankles to the bedposts.
Aziraphale rolled his sleeves, stepping closer. “Well done, darling. Yes, a perfect use for the spares.”