[Crowley is trying very hard not to laugh as he takes the package, holding it against his chest as if he's very touched by the gesture.
It's at this point he realizes he's still wearing his pyjamas.]
Oh — that's embarrassing. One sec. [A little flick of his fingers and he's dressed properly, an apparently necessary step before he opens the door of his flat to head inside, leaving it open for Jon to follow.] I've got assam, earl grey, darjeeling, or gyokuro. Pick your poison.
[Crowley doesn't actually like earl grey, but it's Aziraphale's favourite, so he's bought some just in case the angel ever shows up.]
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[Crowley is trying very hard not to laugh as he takes the package, holding it against his chest as if he's very touched by the gesture.
It's at this point he realizes he's still wearing his pyjamas.]
Oh — that's embarrassing. One sec. [A little flick of his fingers and he's dressed properly, an apparently necessary step before he opens the door of his flat to head inside, leaving it open for Jon to follow.] I've got assam, earl grey, darjeeling, or gyokuro. Pick your poison.
[Crowley doesn't actually like earl grey, but it's Aziraphale's favourite, so he's bought some just in case the angel ever shows up.]