"Oh, certainly not," he insisted as the rabbit-being asked about the mess being deliberate, especially as it considered his clothes and person. And though he did nod at the sensible suggestion to clean up, Aziraphale had been known to mourn the loss of a good cup of tea, so it wasn't perhaps the best metaphor.

A sigh. "I suppose we can. I mean, nothing has been destroyed outright, even if these clothes will require a very, very thorough washing. And a lesson has certainly been learned--how NOT to do that spell, even if," he admitted, "I still do not know how TO do it." He paused and looked askance at the other. "Do you? Or..." he added hopefully, "do you know any cleaning spells?" Trying to do things the human-way was certainly fun for clever things like hobbies, but chores were another matter entirely.