"Oolong's fine," Cayce said. "And, uh, yeah, croissants. If it's not too much trouble."

She sat down at a table. "Uh. Crowley around?" It almost sounded casual. Belatedly she wondered if it sounded like she was looking for Crowley, which she wasn't, plus there was the implication that he and Aziraphale were somehow joined at the hip, which might have been true enough, but— "I mean, I was just wondering. No big deal if he's not. In fact it's probably better if—" She stopped.