Crowley lifted an eyebrow at the cheeky smile. He was completely ridiculous and Satan help him if he could figure out why he was so incredibly in love with him.
But he was. Just the joy on his face at having a better tea in his hands was worth everything to the demon. "I'm sure they must. Remember the Christmas Villages in Germany? All those shops and bakers and candy makers." Crowley had always enjoyed picking up a piece of black forest cake just to get the angel to spend more time with him.
Tea was nice, but it wasn't for Crowley what it was for Aziraphale. The demon set his mug to the side table and nestled back into the couch. And then....well, it occurred to him that he could do this now. And he shifted over, slouching over Aziraphale's arm. "Sometimes I think if these people saw outside of the commercialized version of this holiday, they might not enjoy it as much. Gabriel informing a kid she was pregnant? I wish I'd been a fly on that wall."