Aziraphale wasn't so sure about the 'gross out' foods, but he nodded tentatively. "Well...I suppose we could have a costume contest. Who would judge it, though?"

He thought about the rather small space they had -- which could technically be enlarged, but that might cause the landlord some questions. "Do you think Miss Sciuto and...perhaps Miss Alianne might like to help out? They're only just a floor above."