He doesn't spend much time here these days — Kyst feels like home more than Moon Temple ever did. But he isn't about to let people starve on account of preferring somewhere else, and so when Aziraphale hears that there's some food still able to be grown there, hurries back.

Desperation makes him careless. Sloppy, maybe, but what he's doing doesn't really seem sloppy. Aziraphale brushes a hand over a vine and the vegetables attached pump up; or as much as they can anymore, rot falling from their skin as if it melted off. He seems thrilled by these events, and bows over particular pumpkin.

"You're doing just a lovely job, aren't you? Why don't you try just a little more, please? We're counting on you, you know—" And it seems to be doing something, for the leaves of the vine itself perk up a little, leaning towards Aziraphale as if he were a source of warmth.

[ please only two people for this prompt! ]