[Crowley looks a little confused by that perky smile, glancing down at the apron Ray's wearing. It's all a little off, just not enough to really pinpoint what's wrong.
He'd come here planning to call Ray out, but he feels a bit uncertain about it now that he's here.]
Hullo, you're uh, looking well.
[It almost sounds like a question, but he comes inside anyway, pausing by the door to take off his boots rather than tracking snow through the house. He's not an animal.]
Just thought I'd pop by, wish you a Merry Christmas. Whatcha baking?
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He'd come here planning to call Ray out, but he feels a bit uncertain about it now that he's here.]
Hullo, you're uh, looking well.
[It almost sounds like a question, but he comes inside anyway, pausing by the door to take off his boots rather than tracking snow through the house. He's not an animal.]
Just thought I'd pop by, wish you a Merry Christmas. Whatcha baking?