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”Angel, what the hea- someplace are you eating?”
The angel in question stopped eating, a spoon halfway into his mouth. He looked at the demon who had sauntered into the kitchen.
”Oh this? This is a dessert from Finland, called mämmi. It’s usually eaten in Easter and it’s made of rye and-”
”Shit.” Crowley interrupted while sitting down at the dining table next to Aziraphale, who had a very appalled look on his face.
“What?”
“It looks like a literal shit.”
”Now Crowley, that’s a no way to talk about food, specifically one as good as this.”
“You like it?”
“Of course, why else would I be eating it?”
Crowley shrugged.
“Do you want a taste, dearest?” Aziraphale asked and offered his spoon full of questionable looking brown pulp.
“No thanks, you just keep enjoying yourself.”
”Okay then”, Aziraphale said and directed the spoon into his own mouth.
Crowley rested his head on his hand, ready to observe the angel’s delighted reactions to the food. It was a one delicacy he greatly enjoyed indulging in.