[ The mention of preoccupation only shifts her smile into something easier, nearly impish. The basket gets a glance, but she doesn't wish to presume anything. ]

Of course, and Merry Christmas to you. I might hope that any such distractions were lovely and perhaps somehow involved Mr. Crowley, then?

[ It's still the season, and there is the new year to keep the 'celebratory mood' going, as much as can exist while trapped in a large cage. ]

Please, won't you come in?

[ She is fairly sure that leaving an angel at the door is bad manners. ]