"Well, I'm not sure," Aziraphale took a sip from his own and made a face. It had been from a local shop but was clearly not as homemade as it said. While it hadn't been picked up because of that - the tin was bright and colorful and shaped like a snowflake - it had been for the aesthetic. It added to the rest of the festive air.
He could smell and taste cinnamon, vanilla, and... "Oh, my. Is that...yes, I believe that's some kind of pepper. Pink peppercorn."
And it wasn't very good.
"No. No, we can't have this. Absolutely not." Shifting to go and make more, Aziraphale paused and settled once more. Casting a glance in Crowley's direction, he gave him perhaps the most cheeky grin he'd ever worn before waving a hand and changing the tea entirely. Something closer to a preferred blend.
"Myself as well, you know. Liking Christmas. Do you think they've any figgy pudding somewhere?"