One thing he had to give the humans in this city - they certainly loved their newfangled electronic devices. Aziraphale had seen more of them in the couple of days he and Crowley had been there then he'd seen in a century back in London, and while he didn't understand how they worked, he wouldn't pretend not to be at least a little bit fascinated by their existence. It hadn't helped, either, when Crowley had snarked at him that they were "just machines, Angel. Like Siri, only bigger." Because that had made him ask who Siri was, making the demon pull out his phone and ask it to "tell me a joke." The fact that this Siri "person" lived in his phone and was sentient enough to make jokes and tell the weather and all sorts of other various relevant information had just made the awe even greater, which Aziraphale suspected hadn't exactly been the demon's intention.
By the time he had left to find breakfast, however, he'd managed to rein his bright-eyed wonder back under control so that he wasn't spending the entire time waiting for his food simply staring at the cheery, round inflatable robot as it tottered around the cafe. Harder, though, was reining in the unconscious habit of petting soft things as he read, something he'd developed after he and Crowley had begun living as each other's shadow after the Armageddon That Wasn't, when the demon would lay his head in his lap for a kip as they sat on the couch. His hair was very soft. So when that very round, very soft cat had perched itself next to him and begun rumbling away like a very tiny motor, he'd smiled to himself and let his hand rest on its head to stroke idly through its fur.
When, a few minutes later, the sound of the friendly mechanical being bringing his order over to him drew his attention, he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face as he looked up from his book. Even with the strange cadence when it spoke, he couldn't not see the...creature? as a living, thinking entity, and he was equally fascinated and charmed by it.
"Thank you, dear, it smells lovely!" Granted, Crowley would have probably pointed out that he found all food 'lovely,' but Crowley wasn't there to tease him, nor to distract him with that particular staring thing he tended to do when they were dining together. Still. As lovely as the food smelled, his own curiosity was giving his appetite a run for its money, and it wasn't long before his sense of propriety won out over his sweet tooth, and before the robot could toddle away again, he turned another smile up to it. "I-...If you don't think it rude of me, what's your name?"
Crowley could tease him all he wanted to, later. He couldn't just let the Siris and Alexas and Roombas of the world be treated as if they weren't worthy of attention, the way the humans seemed to sometimes do.
Whatever a Roomba was. He had no Earthly idea, but that hadn't stopped him from saying that he absolutely would, when the demon had accused him of being the type who would make a bed for one, if he'd had one. And maybe he should, just to show him!
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By the time he had left to find breakfast, however, he'd managed to rein his bright-eyed wonder back under control so that he wasn't spending the entire time waiting for his food simply staring at the cheery, round inflatable robot as it tottered around the cafe. Harder, though, was reining in the unconscious habit of petting soft things as he read, something he'd developed after he and Crowley had begun living as each other's shadow after the Armageddon That Wasn't, when the demon would lay his head in his lap for a kip as they sat on the couch. His hair was very soft. So when that very round, very soft cat had perched itself next to him and begun rumbling away like a very tiny motor, he'd smiled to himself and let his hand rest on its head to stroke idly through its fur.
When, a few minutes later, the sound of the friendly mechanical being bringing his order over to him drew his attention, he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face as he looked up from his book. Even with the strange cadence when it spoke, he couldn't not see the...creature? as a living, thinking entity, and he was equally fascinated and charmed by it.
"Thank you, dear, it smells lovely!" Granted, Crowley would have probably pointed out that he found all food 'lovely,' but Crowley wasn't there to tease him, nor to distract him with that particular staring thing he tended to do when they were dining together. Still. As lovely as the food smelled, his own curiosity was giving his appetite a run for its money, and it wasn't long before his sense of propriety won out over his sweet tooth, and before the robot could toddle away again, he turned another smile up to it. "I-...If you don't think it rude of me, what's your name?"
Crowley could tease him all he wanted to, later. He couldn't just let the Siris and Alexas and Roombas of the world be treated as if they weren't worthy of attention, the way the humans seemed to sometimes do.
Whatever a Roomba was. He had no Earthly idea, but that hadn't stopped him from saying that he absolutely would, when the demon had accused him of being the type who would make a bed for one, if he'd had one. And maybe he should, just to show him!