[ oh, the sunshine is in his eyes. just kidding, but aziraphale's sudden delight at the compliment helps emil relax a bit.

for him — who's still struggling with the idea of making eggs in the morning — hearing everything's homemade makes the deliciousness even more impressive. wow. at this point, the boomer's a wizard. ]

It's not any trouble. It's the least I could do, too, since you spent all that time making things to feed everyone. I ate a lot of your cookies. [ ... ] Oh, um — not too many.

[ more than one. less than four. a "gotta-teach-him-emojis levels of gratitude" number of cookies, but not an "oh my god that's all the cookies" number of cookies.

anyway, emil'll take his phone out of his pocket. ]

Should I show you now...? Or did you want to focus on what everyone else is talking about first?

[ emil can pen him in for lessons after the meeting, in case aziraphale doesn't want to miss anything. ]