"What would you like?" If he didn’t have it, he could always summon it. Though perhaps he should come clean about what he was before he did that. The boy might be alarmed if food abruptly appeared. Especially since a witch had done this to him.
"Honestly, anything. I’m not exactly picky, but…meat if you have it. It’s simplest." And less likely to make him sick. Not that illness was a problem in the long run, but it wasn’t pleasant.
"All right." Meat, meat, there had to be something. Aziraphale was so intent on watching the fridge that he almost missed someone coming in the back door.
"It’s freaking cold!” complained the voice very loudly. “This isn’t fair. I didn’t agree to this. I…when did you get a cat?!”
Oh, lovely. “Ah…” Aziraphale straightened back up with a packet of ground beef in his hand. “Thackery, this is Crowley.”