IF YOU'D LIKE TO DO AS THE ROMANS DO
by Tari Gwaemir
"Gluttony is a deadly sin, Crowley."
"Is this sort of excess really necessary?" Aziraphale asked rather uncomfortably, adjusting his toga as he sat down awkwardly.
Crowley rolled his eyes and lounged back in his couch. "Oh, would you just live a little? Trust me, you won't find a feast like this in Heaven."
"No earthly sustenance is necessary when we are perpetually nourished in the love of God," Aziraphale replied piously. "Are those candied figs? And snails drowned in milk?"
Crowley grinned and passed him the platter. "Remember, it's polite to leave the room to vomit."
Aziraphale gave him a severe look. "Gluttony is a deadly sin, Crowley. You shouldn't encourage people so." He reached for a fig. "Still, a little indulgence is allowed from time to time."
Crowley gave a hissing laugh and bit into his pomegranate with gusto.