"I want a book." Adam mumbled as he hugged himself and stood there, pouting at Crowley. Books looked nice. They had funny pictures and nice looking animals and a story sometimes too. And he wanted a story. Mom never read stories much but the nice lady on the TV did sometimes and he always liked when she did that.

"Well, if you come back tomorrow, you can surely borrow a book. We have books for children in the back and a little train that holds them. So you can play with the wheel on that as well." Aziraphale tried to assure the boy so he could come back later and give his poor, handsome father a bit of a break from what was obviously his very spirited nature.

Adam's lower lip wobbled and he looked at Crowley with that 'I'm about to melt down' face he always had. "... But I want a book."