Aziraphale's face falls a little bit and he refocuses on the pie. "If only," he laments. "I wish I could do that for everyone, but." He suspects Ianto wasn't being terribly optimistic on that suggestion.

"But if there's anything else," he says quickly. "You should let me know. I have a bookshop at 1st and 87th, on the east side. Next to Glaser's Bake Shop." He brightens a little. "A friend of mine works there, she's a wonderful baker. It's a nice little corner we have. So, you know. When you're... up and about. Feel free to visit." He shrugs. People like books and baked goods, right? Even more than they like free miracles, apparently. What more can he offer?