"I tried applying to clown college instead, but I'm allergic to all the wigs." Barty took a hold of Bill's hand and pulled him along, deciding to make use of Aziraphale's momentum and confusion to trick him to simply follow them inside. "Yes. An actual degree. From a university. The local one. I've only gotten firsts so far."

Bragging about his achievements to family, there was a new development.

Unsure why Aziraphale was freaking out quite that much, Crowley followed behind the brothers and Bill, trying to figure out just what was happening. "That's cool. My sibling Beelzebub is getting an accounting degree. I hate them." That was what he had to say on the matter. "They suck."

Not because of the degree. Just in general.