His order was served with efficiency and a knowing smile. "Told you we had something close," Owen commented. It was hard not to notice Aziraphale's enjoyment of his drink, which was at least one good thing to add to his day. (That put it up to a nice round number of three: George's continued presence, his brief smoking break earlier, and now this.) He was positive "count your blessings" had never been meant literally, but that never stopped him from making note of good things that happened on bad days. It was especially useful for dealing with surly boyfriends back home and then later for cheering up upset daughters.

"Shall I leave you two alone, then?"