The Infernal Serpent

"Excellent! Crowley takes his plant care very seriously, but living in a flat does not afford us much space. He might expand to a rooftop garden, but that will take a bit of planning on both our parts."

The rivalry between Heaven and Hell on Aziraphale's world is strong, although that doesn't seem to preclude the occasional back channel communication. Aziraphale nods thoughtfully to Lucifer's statement. "It's a matter of loyalty to whose side you're on," he muses. "I don't think which side that happens to be is as important anymore, to be totally honest, so long as you stick to it."

His smile returns at the potential for introductions. "I would like that very much."

The stall attracts his attention and he peers at the various animals -- those that he can see, anyway -- with varying amounts of surprise. There are some that he recognizes, some that he's only read about in stories, and some so wholly unfamiliar that he needs a moment to wrap his mind around what he's seeing. "My goodness! Should we get someone to assist us? If we try to look in every individual stall, we'll be here all day."