[Oh, thank goodness she was easy to divert. His being angel really wasn't the weirdest thing in this place, but he was so used to dancing around it that it became habit. He took Hermione's hand for a courteous shake.]

Lovely to meet you, Hermione. I'm Aziraphale, or Mr. Fell if you prefer.

[He led both the girl and his Indeedee up to the counter; the Pokémon patted the pastry display case, which had an array of poffins along with the normal muffins and cakes. Aziraphale nodded and looked to the employee at the register.]

I'll have whatever black tea you've got, cream and no sugar, one of your bitter poffins, and ah... what would you like, my dear?