Fall Fashion

"What is she doing now?" Aziraphale leaned out over the edge of the Garden wall, peering into it, looking quite worried. Or, more worried than usual. Not that Crawley was watching, particularly.

"Who?"

"Who do you think! Look," Aziraphale pointed to a small figure by a tree, "something's wrong. Her skin is all.. flappy."

"She's wrapped herself in something." Crawley shrugged. "Looks good."

"Oh." Aziraphale's eyes widened. "Who told her she was naked? She's not supposed to know that!"

"She's not?"

"No!"

"Why?"

"Why do you always ask questions," Aziraphale snapped, flying off. Crawley watched him, sighing.

"Because you don't."