"Ooh, Crowley, look at that one." Aziraphale pointed at one of the paintings.
"Meh," Is all Crowley said.
"What do you mean 'meh'? It's a great painting."
"Oh yeah, sure, it isn't bad, but Rembrandt was a jerk."
"You met Rembrandt?"
"Yep, and he was a jerk."
"Who else did you meet and not tell me?"
"Oh lots, I'm sure you have few stories to tell." He shoved his hands in his pockets dismissively.
"No, Crowley, this isn't over, tell me who else you knew?"
"We both met Shakespear, I knew Leonardo Davinci, I didn't like him either. I-"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't like artists, they're fairly rude when you try to pose for them."
"You posed for them?"
"Well, yes."
"Where?"
"I think a few of them might be here actually."
Crowley led Aziraphale around the museum, until they found the one he was looking for.
"Aha," he pointed.
"That's you?"
Crowley nodded.
"In a- In a Monet Painting?"
"Yep." Crowley said, he popped the 'p' for added affect.
"You are full of mysteries."
"That I am."
They stood there for a moment of awkward silence.
"Do you think it's fair that I have a painting and you don't?"
"I lost my chance I guess."
"Wait."
Crowley quickly performed a 'Miracle', which erased the Monet painting they had been looking at, with another, this one wasn't the same style, but it was of the two of them.
"It isn't Monet, but I think it'll do."
"Oh, it does nicely." Aziraphale said with a smile.