"If you'd some more help discerning," Owen said with a pointed look toward the glass, "you need only say the word. That's my job here, after all."

That earned Aziraphale a considering look from Owen. "Assuming you mean to include the bedroom sort under that blanket... Do you know what the Perseids are?" It was a question worth asking; if Aziraphale knew of Oscar Wilde, then chances were they shared other common denominators. That didn't mean the other man knew anything about astronomy. "One of my favourite times of the year, that would be."