"Exactly." Maybe it'll be an atmospheric tale of a young girl exploring a haunted house. Something chill and spooky. Crowley's a big spooky fan, after all. He looks around for a rocking chair but there's nothing nearby so he summons one with a snap. It arrives with some comfortable, adorable mini devil horn and pitchfork patterned cushions that Crowley absolutely did not mean to miracle up. And a soft, comfy blanket. He frowns.