[Aziraphale sighs as if this is such a terrible turn of events. Clearly woe is him, spoiled by the demon he loves. For now he goes to retrieve a vase. Did they have a vase before this moment? Difficult to say. But now they do. A pleasantly simply, sturdy crystal that he sets the roses into and fills with water.
There's every chance that these particular roses will never, ever wilt anyway, since they're the first flowers Crowley has given him, which makes them terribly special.]
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[Aziraphale sighs as if this is such a terrible turn of events. Clearly woe is him, spoiled by the demon he loves. For now he goes to retrieve a vase. Did they have a vase before this moment? Difficult to say. But now they do. A pleasantly simply, sturdy crystal that he sets the roses into and fills with water.
There's every chance that these particular roses will never, ever wilt anyway, since they're the first flowers Crowley has given him, which makes them terribly special.]