Crowley screws up his face – more antiquated technology, angel? – and moves towards Aziraphale’s rotary phone. It sits on his desk, by the sofa that Crowley is fond of occupying whilst consuming multiple bottles of wine. He is reminded of the old joke, “What’s a more important invention than the first telephone?”, that he once shared with Aziraphale in this very spot, leading to a rather heated argument about whether historical accuracy (“The wheel, Crowley, for Someone’s sake, how can it not be?”) was more important than the humour (“It’s ‘the second telephone’, angel,” Crowley replied, exasperatedly).
Shaking his head, Crowley picks up the next note, which is peeking out from underneath the confounded contraption:
My dear Crowley,
I do hope these ventures are as entertaining for you to undertake as they have been for me to prepare! The past months‘ events have been so tedious, but oh, I am so looking forward to being able to have some company again. I may be largely out of the business of miracles to global effect, but I might have to intervene if this carries on much longer. What a time to have an inept government! I do honestly despair sometimes. Oh, perhaps you had the right idea, sleeping through all of this. It would have meant missing out on all that baking, though! I do need some more people to help me work through the results. Perhaps I can tempt you next time we have one of our nights in – the heightened level of cocoa in my newest devil’s food cake recipe is truly a taste to behold!
(You'll earn our love if you use the rotary phone; but if it doesn't work on your device you can cheat and type the number in)