Wilson lay in bed uhhhh...stamp collecting with Aziraphale.

"I'm actually impressed that he managed to string together the words 'Hey Jude'."

White feathers rustled at him, the angelic equivilent of sleeping, ignorning you, sleeping.

"I think I'm going to start keeping a notebook of all the people who want to date and kiss Bel."

There was another rustle, a clear comment long the lines of bad idea, love.

"What? Phoebe can't kill me...much. I'm too cute."

[ooc: *Glees with much radio love!* Phale's wings OMG modded!]