Constance sighed happily as the evening sun settled behind the trees. "Well, there they are."
"Yes," Winifred said. "There they are. I notice they haven’t got the clothes situation sorted?"
Constance rolled her eyes. "Can't you just enjoy the moment, Win? They're the only two people around, in Paradise! Who's going to know?"
The angel shrugged. "It was only a suggestion. We have our wings, robes, and so forth. They're just...out there. In the open. Paradise or not, suppose the weather takes a chill?"
"They'll be fine," Constance said. "You worry too much. Look at them, being all happy, over by the trees-"
"Trees?" Winifred cut in, a sudden note of alarm in her voice. "Please tell me they're just the normal trees and not the tree."
"Oh, come on," Constance said, laughing. "It's literally only the eighth day of creation. They've got one rule. Don't eat the fruit. They aren't going to break the one rule, they're not stupid."
"Well, they were made two days ago," Winifred said doubtfully. "But maybe you're right. In any event, it’s most likely a nasty-looking fruit anyway, something that looks horrible and would make them throw up, that sort of thing."
"Oh, no, it's a pineapple!" Constance exclaimed.
"A what?"
"Yeah, see, I was in charge of selection. I'd just done this solo in the angel choir, and I didn't even lose my halo which is a total first, and so the archangel, what's his face, Gabriel I think, anyway, he was like, "Congratulations, you get to pick the apple," and I was like, "Oh, cool, well, hey, let's do a pineapple! Pineapples are fun!" and he was like "Okay, fine, yeah, whatever, let's go with that." He didn't seem too thrilled, not sure why, I think he'd had a long day maybe, and-"
Winifred raised her hand. "Constance, you know pineapples aren't actually apples, right?"
"They're not?" Constance’s face fell. "Oh. Well. I didn't...actually....know that." She rallied bravely. "But still, pineapples! They're fun, right? Everyone loves a pineapple, right?"
"They are not supposed to love it, they’re supposed to not eat it! That's the point of the one rule, remember?"
"Oh, yeah." A short pause followed. They became slowly aware that things had gone ominously quiet in the trees.
"Maybe we should check on them," Constance ventured. "Just to be safe."
"Let's,” Winifred said. “And swords out. You never know.”
With a rising sense of alarm, the two angels stretched their wings and took flight into the gathering dark.