"I'll make sure you keep your nose." Adam promised as he wiped his wet hands on his sweater. He walked through the library and then looked at Aziraphale, who was still stacking books. So many books. This place had the most books ever. When the librarian turned back, Adam was ready. "Thank you politely. Please don't eat our noses."

"... I had no intent to." Aziraphale assured the boy as he finished organising the returns. "And you're very welcome. I hope you have a good evening."

"Is this the most books in the world?"

"What?"

"Is this the most in the world? Cause there's so many." Adam asked earnestly as he looked around. "I think it's the most."

"Oh no, not by a long shot. The most books in the world are at the Library of Congress. I believes it's 173 million. We don't even have close to 5 million, last I checked." Aziraphale clarified for the boy with a small smile and tried his best to not look at the ridiculously hot dad in the devilishly tight pants. Who the hell wore pants that tight? Who looked that good? That wasn't fair. That was really not very fair, was it? God was testing him. Again.

Adam turned to Crowley, pouting. "I want a book. You don't have any books." Everything was black and 'minimalist'.