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There is a cafe on the ground floor of the Heaven and Hell building. It doesn't merely offer tea and coffee to the angels and demons that pass through, but also caters to their meta-physical and -phorical needs, with inspiration and tropes to go.
Heaven recommends that its employees stick to the Moralistic Tales and Purity Discourse. Aziraphale treats this with the same respect that he treats Gabriel's other dining recommendations, and usually gets himself something Soft or Sweet instead.
Hell requires that its employees only consume Angst, and is prepared to enforce that. Crowley grudgingly complies, getting the smallest size available and only adding three packets of Dark Comedy and a squirt of Pining to make it somewhat palatable.
Part of the Arrangement included sneaking sips of the other's drink. Aziraphale quite likes Angst, but like strong coffee, it tends to leave him jittery and more anxious than usual. Crowley flat out loves Soft, but he's such a lightweight that even a drabble-sized sip can leave him flushed and stumbling over his words.
This all changed when the pair retired. Suddenly, they could get anything they wanted.
The results were - interesting.