Rome

Aziraphale remembered when the fountain was first renovated. While he remembered it clearly, he didn’t remember what it had looked like before then. It wasn’t a work of art then. Now it was and it would remain as such for however long people continued to think fondly upon it.

“Crowley, don’t take the coins from the fountain,” he begged.

“Stealing is what I do,” Crowley retorted, fishing them out without even trying to be sneaky about it.

Aziraphale looked side to side, not sure if he wanted someone to call the demon out or not. Not that it would help. If Aziraphale couldn’t get him to stop, other people certainly wouldn’t. Not unless Crowley wanted to make something else out of it.

Or Aziraphale. He rolled his eyes and with a sigh, gave Crowley a hearty shove in the back.

Crowley made a rather undignified sound as he went straight into the water.

Aziraphale pretended not to notice, dusting invisible remnants off his hands.

Crowley resurfaced, absolutely livid. Yet as drenched as he was, he looked too ridiculous to be taken seriously. Aziraphale struggled not to laugh, keeping the corners of his mouth tight to restrain his smile. It was partially successful.

More than Aziraphale looked over now, though noone dared do anything yet. Aziraphale didn’t doubt someone would be coming soon to fish Crowley out.

“I think we’d best be going now?” Aziraphale asked.

Crowley reached up and pulled him into the fountain.

Children always think they are stealthier than they ever are

She smelled it coming from the kitchen. The child ran her tongue over her teeth and crept forward. Her sister was upstairs. Her mother was cleaning the living room. Therefore, there was no one who could stop her from the kitchen.

Her steps were almost exaggerated as she entered the kitchen. It took no time at all for her to spot the cake on the counter. She grabbed a chair and scooted it toward that direction. The screech of the feet scraping against the ground made her stop. Grimacing, she slowly started to push it again, trying to go as slow as possible.

It made it there and she pulled herself up. Happily, she reached forward for the cake.

“I don’t think so, kiddo.”

Startled, she looked over at her father. He plucked her up off the chair. She reached uselessly back for the cake.

“We’ll keep this between you and me, but that means we’ve both got to behave until mom says it’s okay. Got it?”

She wasn’t happy with this new development, but there wasn’t really a choice now. Sadly, she nodded. “’Kay.”

“Good girl.”

He took her away from the sweet cake. She watched it from over his shoulder and licked her lips.