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[irrationally]

'oh, there's an infinite amount of hope, but not for us!'

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[irrationally]

"Should I ask my current school if they are interested in organizing bake fairs as well, mom?"

Is it teasing? Is she fully serious? Who knows, considering it could be either with Alice's current tone - and with the way she leans over the arm rest for a moment to be able to call out better in the direction of the kitchen.

Though she leans back over to her father afterwards, lowering her tone as she asks him: "Do you think she really knows?"

Look, she trusts his judgement on that a little more, especially considering how heated her mother is becoming over this topic. It might just be one-sided - and imagined two-sided - rivalry!

[salutosinedelectat]

Aziraphale rolls his eyes as the rant keeps sounding from the kitchen, but there's a great deal of fondness and amusement to the whole thing.

But he knows enough to be quiet and purse his lips when Alice addresses him again, shrugging his shoulders but not doing much to mask the small smile on his face.

"I do suppose someone must be some kind of heathen to throw away perfectly good lemon squares." Is what he actually says, although his tone is not entirely free from certain tones.

[agathokakological]

"Absolutely not." Crowley responds rather firmly, scooping up any veggies and tossing them in the casserole dish flippantly. "I don't need lemon squares to prove I'm a good parent."

After assembling the rest of the roast, it's popped in the oven for an unreasonably short amount of time. Crowley rests her hands on the counter and sighs, trying to calm herself.

"It's fine... let's just set the table."

[irrationally]

That's Alice's cue to get up - considering she's doing so, moving over to help setting the table, especially when her mother is using that tone of all tones. She's grabbing the plates from a cupboard, holding them in her arms, but then turns towards Crowley for a moment.

"Mom.. It's okay. You know we love you, right?"

She figures she can easily use that 'we', considering there's not a doubt about whether her parents love each other. It's entirely obvious.

[salutosinedelectat]

Momentarily saved from the frustration of watching people fussing about barely eloquent quips thrown rudely at each other as a means of distraction from the somewhat interesting dishes they are supposedly preparing (which he takes several mental notes about), he gets off the couch and steps into the question to help - with his wife's disposition, first.

"Dearest, you know she can't hold a candle to anything you do." He approaches her, resting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "And your lemon squares are the best in town."