"Alright, if I must." Aziraphale gave a loud sigh, mostly because it was disrupting his daydream and not because he didn't really want to do any climbing. He pushed himself to his feet, dusted himself off, and handed Crowley the rolled up blanket. "If they're both amenable, you might be able able to use this for a riding blanket? Just, do try to be careful when you unroll it. My biscuit tin is in there and I'd really rather not lose or dent it."

He wasn't even really sure what the crystals were all about, but they'd come this far, as said, so they might as well claim the fruits of their labors.

"And I better not hear any smart comments from you, young man," he warned Alec before heading for the far wall.