Crowley could handle a lot of things. He could handle being chased, nearly killed, almost obliterated by holy water. But seeing Aziraphale like this really, truly upset him. The angel deserved better. He should have been enjoying things. Should have been the happy person he was thirty seconds earlier, going on about how to eat sushi.

Crowley waves his hand, and the sushi disappears, and the bill appears, paid. He's probably risking it, pulling on a few miracles, but it's also pretty likely they've already been spotted.

"It'll be waiting for us," he says, getting to his feet. "Though if that sashimi stuff is anything like the green thing, I'm never trusting you again."