With a self-satisfied smirk, Crowley made a totally unnecessary but showy gesture and snapped his fingers. It was enough to get all the leftover food packed away, wash all the dishes, and put them in the cupboards where they belonged. He'd left the kitchen and dining room sparkling in a second.

Turning smoothly to Zatanna, he carefully didn't mention anything about it. "I don't have to leave right away. A movie sounds fine. You know, I've never actually played Monopoly. People know better than to get a demon involved in a land war, I guess."

He smiled, but it was a faintly sad one. On rare occasions, he'd played multi-language Scrabble with Aziraphale, but that was pretty much the extent of his board game prowess, and it was painful to think of those pleasant and easy evenings when they might never happen again.

"So, uh, what have you got?"