"I'll bet there's someone who's dreaming of being one," Gabriel said. "All we'd have to do is find them!" He smirked. "That, or we could make our own. I still remember how it goes. Bacchus used to throw some great parties back in the day."

At that the archangel only laughed and clapped a hand to Aziraphale's shoulder, though not exactly without letting him go in the process. "Can you blame me? You're only the second sibling I've been able to annoy for the last two thousand years. Unless you count just not being in Heaven where I was supposed to be, in which case I can probably include Michael and Raphael on principle."