"May as well, I suppose," says Aziraphale distantly. The whole thing is preposterous - his instinct is to just turn his nose up at all of it, but Orisa seems to be embodying his deeply internalized sense of adventure curiosity presently, and Peeta and Nilakshi seem game to experiment.

"Come here." He gathers Orisa back up. "I'm going to send them back to the grill."

"Lazy," sighs Orisa.

"You hush." Aziraphale waves a hand and the fridge has gone, now relocated for ease of grilling. He tromps back. "I don't suppose you know how to grill hot dogs," he says to Peeta.