[Eventually, he comes out with the tray laden with the pot, cups, milk and sugar, spoons, the strainer, tea towels, and a few almond biscuits he's sure Crowley won't touch.
He takes him in at a glance, cautiously optimistic of what he sees, and brings the tray to the coffee table, immediately moving to pour. Only once he has offered Crowley his cup and saucer, doctored his own, and taken up a biscuit does he finally sit, too.]
Nothing a spot of tea can't make better.
[He takes a sip and has a nibble. His heart isn't much in the food. It's habit, mostly.]
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He takes him in at a glance, cautiously optimistic of what he sees, and brings the tray to the coffee table, immediately moving to pour. Only once he has offered Crowley his cup and saucer, doctored his own, and taken up a biscuit does he finally sit, too.]
Nothing a spot of tea can't make better.
[He takes a sip and has a nibble. His heart isn't much in the food. It's habit, mostly.]