[ It was one of the reasons the kids had been so quickly endeared to Anathema: they felt like kindred spirits, as she let herself be swept up in their delightful nonsense, following the wandering threads of their conversation like a little boat bobbing along on a conversational stream. Anathema could be like a quick bird herself, her attention often too brisk, hopping three steps forward into the future where others were still lagging behind. Adam, though, can keep up. ]

Smart. They're the ones who know each other best, anyway. And I suppose that makes sense that Aziraphale would like it— it seems like Gabriel is absolutely wild about the holiday.

[ She mentions him unthinkingly; has grown so used to him, now, that she forgets to pause and ask first what Adam's relationship to the archangel might be like. ]