"Well," he says, sensing hesitation in Crowley's voice. "We don't have to. But you are sort of... my..." He frowns.

"You're my best friend, Crowley. And it would be difficult to move away from the city if you were still there. I had quite thought it'd be nice to get you a-- a real garden, and I could only open the shop on certain days, and."

He shakes his head. "It's alright. Just a silly idea I had."