there is a gentle knock on the front door of vanessa's residence in the late morning hours. while aziraphale's interest had been preoccupied with a particular wily serpent on the holiday itself, he isn't one to let a good turn go unanswered. nor a chance to show appreciation for someone's kindness.
While she may keep her closest friends up-to-date on where her current 'residence' is in the weekly rotation, she doesn't actually expect anyone to show up at any of the places. She tends to be the one to visit, and since her return from...'away', she's been spending many of her nights with Morpheus, so her happening to be in when he knocks is serendipitous. Or suspicious. Is this a precursor to some other joint experiment that one of her poor friends has been thrown into with her?
Just in case, she's turning the stove off before going to open the door (it's fine, it won't teleport her anywhere this time, it's fine). She can tell who it is before she even pulls it open, so he's already greeted with a small smile while stepping aside so that he can enter, keeping the door open wide. ]
Mr. Fell, what a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?
[ She understands that he is quite polite, but if people insist on it, then a thank you note should be perfectly lovely and less a waste of their time on traveling just for her. ]
( better not to think about how the angel had been able to locate her. those are little details. the kind that are better off forgotten. instead the more important thing is that when vanessa opens the door, she's greeted by the sight of a very warmly dressed angel with a big woven basket in hand. )
Good morning! And something of a belated "Merry Christmas"!
( warmly. )
I apologise. I was bit too preoccupied to send my regards day of.
[ 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. ]
[ She can't help but grin, which has felt all too rare this last month. There are precious few who to draw it out of her these days. Mr. Crowley may be another, but he isn't talking enough in this regard. She wishes for the details!
With the door shut, Vanessa has a curious squint while stepping closer. ]
That is too kind. You did not need to go and trouble yourself overmuch for my sake.
[ Said as she is immediately trying to see what it is without looking too eager while gesturing for him to take a seat in the living room. He may be in a hurry, of course, but she doesn't want to be rude. ]
( casual dismissal. even if it were, he would never admit to such a thing.
with a careful hand, aziraphale picks off a hefty fabric from the top of the basket and extends it over to her. once it's cascading over the angel's arm, it becomes obvious that it's a handmade blanket and that the rest of the basket is full of carefully packed food. )
I fear I don't know your tastes well, but I thought you could use both during these chilly days.
( then he's offering the basket to her with his other hand. )
[ Hardly any trouble, he says, but Vanessa notices little details. Both basket and blanket are looked over with a wide-eyed swivel before setting the basket down on the table.
The blanket, she holds closer, caressing it fondly. ]
Did you...make this? [ She quickly looks back up, and her smile is caught with emotion. ] By hand?
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there is a gentle knock on the front door of vanessa's residence in the late morning hours. while aziraphale's interest had been preoccupied with a particular wily serpent on the holiday itself, he isn't one to let a good turn go unanswered. nor a chance to show appreciation for someone's kindness.
so he's here. right now. )
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While she may keep her closest friends up-to-date on where her current 'residence' is in the weekly rotation, she doesn't actually expect anyone to show up at any of the places. She tends to be the one to visit, and since her return from...'away', she's been spending many of her nights with Morpheus, so her happening to be in when he knocks is serendipitous. Or suspicious. Is this a precursor to some other joint experiment that one of her poor friends has been thrown into with her?
Just in case, she's turning the stove off before going to open the door (it's fine, it won't teleport her anywhere this time, it's fine). She can tell who it is before she even pulls it open, so he's already greeted with a small smile while stepping aside so that he can enter, keeping the door open wide. ]
Mr. Fell, what a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?
[ She understands that he is quite polite, but if people insist on it, then a thank you note should be perfectly lovely and less a waste of their time on traveling just for her. ]
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Good morning! And something of a belated "Merry Christmas"!
( warmly. )
I apologise. I was bit too preoccupied to send my regards day of.
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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. ]
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( simply. aziraphale is hardly one to kiss and tell—as the saying went—but that didn't mean that crowley had any of the same reservations.
then with a little polite little nod, he makes his way inside of his residence. )
Thank you.
( then he offers a little pat to the basket on his arm. )
I brought something for you.
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With the door shut, Vanessa has a curious squint while stepping closer. ]
That is too kind. You did not need to go and trouble yourself overmuch for my sake.
[ Said as she is immediately trying to see what it is without looking too eager while gesturing for him to take a seat in the living room. He may be in a hurry, of course, but she doesn't want to be rude. ]
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( casual dismissal. even if it were, he would never admit to such a thing.
with a careful hand, aziraphale picks off a hefty fabric from the top of the basket and extends it over to her. once it's cascading over the angel's arm, it becomes obvious that it's a handmade blanket and that the rest of the basket is full of carefully packed food. )
I fear I don't know your tastes well, but I thought you could use both during these chilly days.
( then he's offering the basket to her with his other hand. )
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The blanket, she holds closer, caressing it fondly. ]
Did you...make this? [ She quickly looks back up, and her smile is caught with emotion. ] By hand?