777 Abby Road, Tuesday Late Morning (12/18)

[ditheringangel]

Today, there was Christmas music playing. Rather loudly, in fact, and Aziraphale was humming under his breath as he baked spice cake in the kitchen, and waited for Marie to arrive.

There was decorating to be done!

[ooc: Mostly for the adopted daughter-type-person, but conceivably open before her arrival. I will be SP a bit this morning, and then

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[reformed_rogue]

Marie was there right on time, carrying some festively wrapped packages.

She let herself in, put the packages down in the hall and then followed her nose to the kitchen.

"Whatever you are making smells delicious."

[ditheringangel]

"Oh, just a new recipe I've got for spice cake," Aziraphale replied, looking over his shoulder at Marie with a bright smile. "If it turns out well, I may add it to Thursday's menu. James always liked spice cake, and I suppose it reminds me of him to make it at this time of year."

He wiped his hands on a towel and went to kiss Marie's cheek. "Did I hear the sounds of packages when you came in?"

[reformed_rogue]

"Maaaaabye," Marie said, giving him a hug. "But only if you've been a good boy."

[ditheringangel]

"Oh dear," Aziraphale teased, his eyes twinkling. "I do hope you're using a liberal definition."

He poured Marie a cup of tea and leaned against the counter for a moment. "I've got all sorts of things scattered about the living room, to put on the tree. I thought...we might wait a bit on setting up the train, though. See if James gets back in time to do it himself."