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[Everyone will no doubt notice a new addition to the Plane: a giant Christmas tree. Yes, it’s decorated. Lights, ornaments, candy canes, the works. EVEN TINSEL. Tinsel rocks. Lots of tinsel, really.

There are also quite a few presents stacked under the tree. Each is addressed to a person on the Plane with hilariously appropriate - or possibly inappropriate - wrapping paper.

There is a sign near the tree which reads, “Thank you very much for helping us. Please accept a gift, completely and utterly free. It is our payment. We feel you’ve earned it! Did you know some trees stay green in the winter? But they‘re so prickly.”

At the bottom of the sign a small scribbled note reads, “We tried to bake cookies but even we wouldn’t eat those.”]

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[...dammit, few things are able to soften the demon's mood quite like an emotional Aziraphale. Crowley just puts a hand on the angel's shoulder, without saying anything.]

[He clears his throat.] In any case, you haven't opened yours.

Right.

[Crowley draws his hand back and stands for a moment staring at the package he's holding. There isn't anything particular he's been wanting, and he's not exactly the most sentimental of beings...]

I half-expect this to be filled with coal.

[Curiously] Well?

[Oh fine. He rips into the paper covering the package, not bothering to spare the little angels. Inside is a very finely made wine box covered in black velvet, and inside the wine box is a bottle of 1947 Château Cheval Blanc.]

[Over top of the sunglasses, his eyebrows raise in surprise.]

[Oh my.] Well. It... is rather alarming, actually, how well they seem to know us.

It is, isn't it?

[He doesn't really seem all that concerned at the moment—he's pulled the bottle completely out of the box and is staring at it in wonder.]

[His smile is fond and a little pained.] Perfect way for you to celebrate Christmas ending.

[Grinning]

Now you've got it. I—

[slight pause, then he holds the bottle up]

Shall we?

[Blink] Me? I thought...

What, that I would hoard it all for myself? Don't tempt me, angel.

[He leaves the packaging next to the tree and grabs Aziraphale's arm with the hand that isn't holding the bottle of wine.]

Come on then, let's find some glasses.

No, I just meant-- [Ohai, being dragged away by Crowley. And he doesn't feel much like protesting.]

[Don't worry Az, Crowley has thought of that. And now he's trying NOT to think of it. He'll make it up to the other you :|]

[He keeps a loose grip on the angel's arm and guides him toward the Astral Bar.]

[Woohoo, bar! Az finds glasses easily enough, then gestures between the booths and the tables.] Which would you prefer?

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Over here. [Crowley nods toward a booth and then slides into one of the seats. While Aziraphale takes a seat he gestures at the bottle and the cork pops.]

[He sits down opposite Crowley and hands one of the glasses across to the demon. Yes, he's nervous and fidgety again.]

[If Crowley notices he isn't letting on. He pours the glasses nearly full, then sets the bottle aside and lifts his own.]

To the end of the Christmas season, which won't come a moment too soon in my opinion.

To the end of the Christmas season, and not having to hear you complain about it. [He mimics Crowley and takes a sip.]

Ooooh. That... is very good.

[Crowley chuckles, bringing the glass to his lips]

And just think, you haven't even heard me complain as much as the other has.

[He takes a sip and his eyes nearly close]

Mmm. They've got taste, I'll give them that.

[And Az misses the sexual undertones of that, Crowley, because he is so lost in THE DELICIOUS.] Tell me more about them? I should know, I think, precisely what I've been dragged into.

[Crowley takes another couple of sips of the wine—SO GOOD—then sets his glass down with a sigh.]

I don't know, I'm not sure how much more there is to say. They experiment on us. They can bend reality. I don't know the limits of what they'll sell in that shop of theirs, but I haven't been able to conjure so much as a matchstick since I dealt with them. It's real enough.

[He glowers into his glass. No, he doesn't like that Crowley made that deal--even less does he like the fact that the Twins are making said deal WORK. That kind of power should belong to no one but Himself, in Az's opinion.]

I know. I haven't figured it out either, and I've been coming here for months now.

Alternate realities...goddesses. None of it makes any bloody sense.

Yes, I met her--the ah, the goddess. Very polite. [He settles back against the booth, studying Crowley, brows knit.] How... have you been? Since--well, I suppose since you and-- [oh the weirdness] Since you and the other one of me stopped Things?

[He shrugs, staring down into his glass]

Well enough, I suppose. Enjoying the new millennium. Haven't heard so much as a peep from Down Below since the whole mess.

...though to be fair, we didn't really stop much of anything. That was all Adam.