[ She just made Aziraphale's month. It's everything to him.
This town can be. Well, it can be the way that it is. Apart from that handful of regulars, the people aren't very driven to look for knowledge or answers or history. They've got other things to worry about.
He chose this place, he made his bed, he'll lie in it. But still. It's nice to feel properly useful. ]
I expect they would be. Large businesses always let history fall through the cracks. [ Probably on purpose. Not his place to speak on that. ] Won't be a minute.
[ Metaphorically. Literally, it might take more than a minute. But he does bustle away and then back with a very unwieldy album of sorts. ]
Lots of bits and pieces in here. [ Hm. ] If anybody asks, of course, this doesn't exist in the first place. Top secret. Hush-hush.
[ There may not be anything useful enough to be bothered with, when it comes down to it. No way of knowing until they look. But Aziraphale doesn't think that would keep Miss Cygne from being cross about it. ]
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This town can be. Well, it can be the way that it is. Apart from that handful of regulars, the people aren't very driven to look for knowledge or answers or history. They've got other things to worry about.
He chose this place, he made his bed, he'll lie in it. But still. It's nice to feel properly useful. ]
I expect they would be. Large businesses always let history fall through the cracks. [ Probably on purpose. Not his place to speak on that. ] Won't be a minute.
[ Metaphorically. Literally, it might take more than a minute. But he does bustle away and then back with a very unwieldy album of sorts. ]
Lots of bits and pieces in here. [ Hm. ] If anybody asks, of course, this doesn't exist in the first place. Top secret. Hush-hush.
[ There may not be anything useful enough to be bothered with, when it comes down to it. No way of knowing until they look. But Aziraphale doesn't think that would keep Miss Cygne from being cross about it. ]