"I did knock over a full glass of really excellent wine a few minutes ago," Aziraphale said wryly. "Not technically sticking my foot in my mouth, but close enough. Unless you'd forgotten about that somehow, in which case, please continue having forgotten about it." After another sip, he bit the inside of his cheek in thought before saying, "But this never happens, you see. That is, it might be the drink, but it also seems as though - " Frustrated, he huffed. "You'll laugh. But I wouldn't be talking to you this way if you didn't seem so damnably familiar." He pointed accusingly. "This is entirely your fault, sir."

Looking down at the - he still didn't know what to call it - the drink, the drink thing, he was surprised to notice it was mostly gone. "Well, clearly it was good," he said. "Different. But good."