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“Don’t you remember what happened with ice skating?”
“This is different, angel. It’s not slow-heating metal over fairly thin sheets of ice.”
Aziraphale sighed and followed Crowley outside. They’d decided to take a weekend shopping trip to Talisker, and had encountered a fair amount of snow. Crowley started rolling snow and shaping a figure as Aziraphale sat nearby, reading and watching Crowley’s progress. Crowley was very good, having been an artist from the beginning, the medium hardly mattered.
“Finished!”
Aziraphale stood and smiled with disbelief. “Why, that’s me!”
“Knew you wouldn’t make a snow angel, so I did.” Crowley grinned.