"Well, I do love a good caffeine fix," he says, checking the location and wheeling in the middle of the sidewalk to cut up a side street toward the cafe. Perhaps they'll have sandwiches.

They do have sandwiches, but they also have fresh-made scones. Magnus lingers at the window, looking over the menu with approval, and then peers inside to see if Crowley's already arrived. He slips through the door with a smile directed at the table containing one demon. "Hello, my dear. I must say, tea service just isn't the same in New York."