( 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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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?