Surprisingly simple, he said. Aziraphale was skeptical. He knew quite well how hard it was to get one's hair 'done' as one liked, and even someone's 'woke up this way' look seemed to take effort and hair gel to be properly coiffed without betraying the effort required to get it there.

But his hair was no matter, and his manners were quite pleasant for a punk and a young man. Aziraphale was pleased to have found a polite dining companion.

"I have not. I'm afraid it's only my first week here. I was just feeling a bit hungry after all the wandering around and sight-seeing and thought I best pop in for a bit of lunch." He arranged a napkin primly on his lap. "Atem, though, that's quite a name. In my world, I think that may have been an ancient Egyptian deity. Some sort of creation god, something about a snake, if memory serves. Anyway. Have you been here long yourself?"