"'s like a walk, innit?" Crowley wasn't entirely certain, but he shrugged and assumed he was right. He looked at Aziraphale who had that tiny girl on his lap, smiling a little. Maybe they ought to get her a banana or something? What did babies eat? Apples, maybe. He always liked a good apple, hard to say no to that. "Oi, what's your name?"

He addressed Aziraphale, then gestured to Bill. "That's my friend, Bill. She's a bit of all right."