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[lunchbreaks]

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Hello. This is the Principality Aziraphale. ▶

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gatcha

[sauntered_downward]

Got another riddle.

Look in my face, I am somebody; Look in my back, I am nobody.

What am I?

[lunchbreaks]

Crowley,
Try not to bring home a child this time.

I am shining, polished and fine.
I fit in your hand, and show the passage of time.
Or handsome and silver, I could sit on your wall
Do refrain from asking the fairest of them all.

Sincerely,
Aziraphale.

[sauntered_downward]

I didn't mean to bring home a child, it just happened.

Why are you asking me another riddle? Why are you doing this to me?

[lunchbreaks]

Dearest Crowley,

Look me in the eyes, and you will see: a pair of golden eyes, staring back at thee.
I am not a snake, but like one I gleam: and for you, perhaps, a serpent's form I could glean.
It wouldn't come to you as quite a shock, when you find that I have your matching red locks
And if you should have an angel next to you, peer in, dear: I've got an angel friend too.

Sincerely,
Aziraphale.

[sauntered_downward]

I am literally getting farther away from understanding what this could possibly be.

[lunchbreaks]

Dearest Crowley,

Hold something up to me and I will show you only the truth: yet words I twist, and I turn, until they say the opposite of what they did previously.

Sincerely,
Aziraphale.

[sauntered_downward]

Tinder?

[lunchbreaks]

Crowley,
Though it is certainly possible to use me to start a fire,
You'll need a light that you currently don't possess.
Here's another hint: should you find yourself a vampire
Using my face is a sure way to check.
Sincerely,
Aziraphale.

[sauntered_downward]

Angel, I'm terrible at these, I don't know why you're trying.

A vampire? Holy water?

[lunchbreaks]

Dear Crowley,
Don't yet lose hope, my persistent Perseus.
A stony gaze, you must face bravely.
To draw her ire is indeed dangerous.
Yet in my reflection, you will find safety.

Also why would the answer be vampire if I say vampire in the riddle?
Sincerely,
Aziraphale.

[sauntered_downward]

I don't know, I've never been good with riddles.

Is this a book reference? Tell me you're not trying to get me to read to figure this one out.

[lunchbreaks]

Crowley dearest,
You are truly terrible at this.

I am a mirror.
Yours,
Aziraphale.

[sauntered_downward]

I think you just enjoy making up riddles.

[lunchbreaks]

Dear Crowley,
And I think you just enjoy annoying the machine.

If you bring home another child, I am taking it to an orphanage.
Sincerely,
Aziraphale.

[sauntered_downward]

Have we worked out what we're doing with the current one?

[lunchbreaks]

Crowley,
No, which is why you can't bring home yet another child.
Sincerely,
Aziraphale.