Wei Wuxian lets out a small, knowing ohhh and glances sidelong at Lan Zhan, grinning anew. "A heavenly angel, hm?" he asks, leaning to bump shoulders (and, inadvertently, wings) with Lan Zhan. "I see. Strange that she would dress us like another pair of patrons, though."

What if this Aziraphale and Crowley walk through the front door and see them?