The Kitchen of 777 Abby Road, Wednesday Afternoon (12/12)

[ditheringangel]

After his still being played morning talk with Lana, Aziraphale had spent some time in the kitchen baking. It was partly a way for him to settle his thoughts, and partly because he was expecting company for tea

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[time_watcher]

The two men were engaged in some sort of discussion that seemed to involve suits and waist coats as they came gamboling up to the back door.

"It's the chain that does it, Sir." Ianto said, earning him a saucy look from Jack before the man rapped smartly on the door and invited himself in.

"Aziraphale!" Jack bellowed, eliciting a roll of the eyes from Ianto, who stayed back a step, fastideously wiping his feet on the welcome mat.

[ditheringangel]

With a chuckle, Aziraphale picked up a towel to wipe the powdered sugar from his hands and turned to greet the two men. "I'm right here, Captain Harkness, you needn't shout to wake the dead. Good afternoon, Mr Jones, do come in please."

He quirked a curious eyebrow at the pair and added, "Dare I ask what sort of chains we're talking about?"

[time_watcher]

"Watch chain," Jack said in a manner that said he was hurt, hurtItellyou!, that Aziraphale would think it was something untoward.

[ditheringangel]

"Oh quite," Aziraphale agreed, his eyes twinkling as he shared a knowing look with Ianto. "Well, I like a nice watch chain myself. Although I'm not really a watch-wearing sort of person."

He poured out two cups of coffee and motioned the men toward the kitchen table. "We can go into the living room if you'd prefer, but I thought this would be less formal-seeming."