It was Thursday. The Thursday before the end of the world, and almost Friday to boot. The late hour found one angel and one demon sitting across from one another at a small table in the back of the former's Soho bookshop. Empty glasses littered the table, and the pair passed a bottle of Chianti between them.
"Got anything to eat 'round here?" the demon, Crowley, asked, less than articulately.
"Cupboard," the angel, Aziraphale, mumbled in reply, staring moodily into his glass.
Crowley stood, a little shakily, and stumbled across the small room, opened the cupboard and dug through it noisily. After a few moments, he returned and set something on the table between them. The something in question was a small red box with a string handle. Printed in gold, over images of a tiger, a hippopotamus, a giraffe and a zebra, were the words Barnum's Animals; below that, in slightly smaller letters, Crackers.
Aziraphale looked on in hazy interest as Crowley wrestled the thin paperboard