"Of course, darling boy. That's what they are there for. You can start colouring right now, if you want." Holden watched Aziraphale, reading his body language and analysing as best he could. Polite, wary, but not directly scared of him. A lot more trusting than his brother, that much was obvious. "I really love baked apples as well."

He could agree with that. "But, see. Where I live, we have an apple tree. And I really want to bake some apple pies and I was wondering whether you'd help me. Because I think your brother and you might come and stay with us."