Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170523223537

Crowley sighs in mock despair.

'Let's wake up fully before we talk, hm?'

That said, he leans the practice sword he had been using against a wall and leads them into a quaint dining-room. Disappearing for a few minutes, he returns laden with plates of steaming food. With him is Azarias, also divested of his overcoat, and both take their seats at the table. Crowley claps his hands together twice to get their attention.

'Eat, drink, be merry. For tomorrow you leave to continue your journey. Except the little one, of course,' Crowley nods at Alice, the ten-year-old looking up from her assault on a blueberry muffin. 'She'll be staying with me.'