"We could look." He held Barty tight once more and then, with great effort, he crawled from his lap and took his hand. As he looked back, he knew Barty and Holden had to talk so he left them too it.

As they entered the kitchen, Wesley was writing on some paper, three books open on the kitchen table, the pot of tea set aside. He just didn't want to get in anyone's way. He smiled at Gunn and then at young Aziraphale. "How is it going?"

"Good. I had candy in my ears but now they're out." He looked curiously at the books and then looked up at Gunn. "Elder Pryce is a scholar. He knows everything."