"You can tell him if you want to. And you can also tell me if there's ever anything bad. If you think Barty isn't taking care of you so well, you let me know, yeah?" Gunn got up and headed for the door. As soon as he opened it, Barty walked in, heading over to Aziraphale's bed and handing him a brown paper bag. "It's a brownie. Chocolate. You'll like chocolate."

He was convinced of it. "I like it too, if it's dark." Not so much the milk chocolate one, but he supposed that might be different for kids.

"Chocolate is delicious," Gunn enthused, "You have to try, Aziraphale!"