Oh! Aziraphale is there, too! Melanie feels a bit silly for not noticing him before, but she's very glad to have found both of them.

Her smile widens at Crowley's wing display, both because it's impressive and because it seems he's not upset with her, after all. "Yours are beautiful," she says with open admiration, "but I like Aziraphale's wings, too." Maybe they could both have their wings out! It'd be crowded, but it would also be amazing.

She wastes no time in taking Aziraphale up on his invitation. Entirely unaware of what she was just interrupting, she clambers up onto the angel's lap, resting her feet against Crowley's leg. This is nice, isn't it? It's only a moment or two before her gaze is drawn back to Crowley's plumage, though. It would probably be rude of her to touch them without asking. Would it be rude to ask? She isn't sure, so she says nothing, but the longing look on her face probably makes her wishes plain enough.