Wait, it's not? Soldat takes a moment, fist still closed over crushed coffee beans, to process that. Then they finally tip the bean-bits down onto the cutting board for a little fine-tune smashing with one metal fingertip before brushing them into the filters to steeping. "They both came in together. On the same ferry I did. Crowley was my first handler-- he's not anymore," they add, because people never seem to like the handler protocols. Technician goes over almost as bad. "He was rotten at it and wanted to be friends, instead, after the whole fuck-up with the ferry."

Accepting the mugs, they pour the water in and let them both steep. "He called me 'human soldier person'. He's the one who invited me in to stay at their house. Aziraphale didn't like it much, at the time. But he got used to me. Aziraphale always called me 'dear'. It was weird but kind of sweet."