[ Crowley hid so many of his thoughts and feelings behind those sunglasses of his and Aziraphale left a great deal unsaid behind his smile, which faltered only briefly until he was redirected towards the market. It did look so charming with all the people rushing about between booths, the haggling, the sheer abundance of life. But as soon as a certain scent hit his nose Aziraphale quite forgot that he and Crowley had any conflict between them at all for it was the most natural reaction in the universe to reach up and place a staying hand right in the center of Crowley's chest. ]

Oh, cocoa! We could have a cup before trying to find the fox?

[ Maybe two? He looked to Crowley expectantly and only then did he hand drift away and the fond gesture covered with idle small talk. ]

What do you suppose they use for currency here? Maybe we could miracle some up.