[Here's the thing: Aziraphale feels drained. Literally. Probably because he literally was. He lifts an arm to look more closely at the now-dead vine dangling from it, hovers his free hand over the thing to see if he can sense any strange magic dissipating into the air.]
Were we... [Finding nothing, he shakes the vine away and begins dusting himself off.] Sharing a dream?
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[Here's the thing: Aziraphale feels drained. Literally. Probably because he literally was. He lifts an arm to look more closely at the now-dead vine dangling from it, hovers his free hand over the thing to see if he can sense any strange magic dissipating into the air.]
Were we... [Finding nothing, he shakes the vine away and begins dusting himself off.] Sharing a dream?