Okay, I’m coming in soon. Um, sure, I think I can talk to this privately away from those grapevines as well.

(Rose jumps into his jacket pocket again as he picks up his tea and heads over to the table Crowley’s at. When he arrives, he finds another bag of red balloons waiting for him there as he sits.)

Hi there, I guess that’s probably safe for me to talk more about my ex away from any grapevines.