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Teachers Lounge - Open from Noon - 7th Period

Between Hawkeye's suggestion over the radio and the follow-up announcement about the cafeteria today, Wilson had rumaged around in the fridge and pulled together a few extra quiche to take up and feed to his fellow teachers.

He figured this might beat out everybody living on antacids.

After his office hours, right around the lunch hour, Wilson waved to the teddy bear as he headed into the lounge and set up. There was a varity of quiche to choose from:

Quiche Lorraine.
Spinach and Bacon Quiche.
Kicked-Up Quiche for Manly Men.
Smoked Salmon Quiche with Crispy Potato Crust.
and last but not least...
Spinach and Asparagus Quiche.

There was also various teas, cider and coffee to go along with the quiche and on the angel's suggestion a baby greens salad.

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"It's the not on purpose that concerns me." Wilson said with a rueful twist to his lips.

"So, do you want to get one of the rooms with the sunken hot tubs and mirrors on the ceiling?"

He didn't know about that last bit but wanted to see how long it took for the full implication of such decoration to hit the angel.

It did actually take a few minutes, and it was obvious from Aziraphale's expression that he was trying to figure out what good mirrors on the ceiling would do anyone.

Then he blushed, which was probably a good hint that he got it.

"Well, er...certainly the hot tub, love. Although if you, ah...want mirrors..."

Oh look, tea!

"Mirrors could be fun." Wilson said, innocently as he sipped at his cider and watched Aziraphale dive for the sanctuary of a tea cup.

Well, certainly, that wasn't a terribly debatable point. Although it now meant that Aziraphale had an image in his head, and one that he was pretty sure wasn't ~~work safe~~ appropriate considering the time and place.

Well, the place, anyway. He didn't really have much of a concept of what might constitute an inappropriate time.

"Well, I, er..." Sip. "As you wish, love, of course." Sip. Cough.

"You know, we could test it out, here at home?" Wilson suggested blithly enough, watching Phale out of the corner of his eye, fighting to keep his lips from twitching.

"Light up the candles and a fire in the fireplace. Mirrors really react well to flame light."

Ahyep, he just kept painting that picture in the angel's head.

For just an instant, a mirror faded into being on the ceiling of a certain apartment in a certain town. That event coincided with the amusing incident of an angel inhaling tea up his nose.

Having a mortal body did have its drawbacks, apparently.

"I, uh, er..." Cough.

"Really, my dear," Aziraphale finally sputtered, wiping his eyes as he managed to convince the tea to relocate itself from his lungs.

Not actually being mortal also had its advantages.

Wilson reached up a hand to pat Phale in the middle of his back but he lowered it as he had a sneaking suspicion that if he touched the angel at this point, they'd end up NWSing in the teacher's lounge.

"It was just a thought." He said, innocently enough as he sipped at his own cider, dark eyes glittering with mischief.

"A thought that you just had to share while we're sitting here in the teachers lounge," the angel retorted, not fooled for an instant by the innocent expression.

Then he leaned over and whispered something into the young doctor's ear.

Sitting back up straight again, the angel crossed his legs and smugly sipped at his tea.

Sitting there, cup in hand Wilson coughed and then quite deliberately gave his trouser leg a discreet tug and crossed his legs as well.

"Bet we could." He answered back quietly, slicing the angel a sideways glance. "If we used the..." hand motion here, "and then put the..." another hand motion there.

Eyebrow quirk.

"Don't you think?"

The angel gave an answering eyebrow quirk, and looked thoughtful.

"Possibly," he finally conceded. "But what about the...?" A little meaningful tilt of the head. "Or were you thinking more along the lines of...?" Vague wave of the hand.

"Oh yes, definitely along the lines of..." This time Wilson needed both hands.

Dark eyes were positively dancing at this point and he winked at his lover. "We could always call down to the Chinese place and get take out to bring home, so...uh, I don't have to cook."

Which left plenty of time for a little... and a bit of ...

Funny that Wilson should have made such a suggestion. Because, in fact, the Chinese place already had a delivery order placed, and was just waiting for the dinner hour to deliver it.

"I do think that's an excellent idea, love. Perhaps we could open up a bottle of the wine we picked up during our outing last weekend as well. There was a really lovely Riesling that I think would go nicely."

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