Aziraphael has been staring out at the water rather than reading. It's almost too blue to be real, he thinks, though of course he's seen it before and knows better. He glances over when he hears Crowley's approach and nearly bursts out laughing at the apple held in his teeth.

He stifles it, though, when he sees the sunscreen. He takes it as soon as Crowley is close enough so he can have a free hand for the apple.

"Thank you for thinking of that; one can't be too careful out here."