IC Inbox: In the Night

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[That's why the Soldier made so many options, in order to find things Aziraphale might wear more than once, just to prove that he could. The ascot might work nicely, too, even if the classic and continental ones might not be quite the right style.]

Any reason. Just because they're nice, is a good reason. Some of them one might be warmer, too. For winter.

[They run their hands over their own torso briefly, a motion like flicking water (or in this case, the sensation of touch) away. They can smell the burned hash and solid mass of egg from here. Oh, Aziraphale...]

But breakfast is always good. Let me.

[They know how to make a couple egg things now. They can fix this. Maybe. Or start over.]

[lunchbreaks]

Oh! You needn't. I can-- I can cook, please, let me.

[ He's trying so hard to be dad in this family. It's okay, as unofficial dad of this family, somehow the meat has come out okay and he has a talent for making pancakes. Sure, they're more like crepes than the fluffy American kind, but they're still quite delicious.

And trust Aziraphale to be able to make crepes and nothing else. ]

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[The Soldier can work with that. If Aziraphale has strengths, they'll play to them.]

We'll both do something. You can make the pancakes and bacon. I'll take over the eggs and potatoes. Then it will be done faster for when Crowley gets up.

[And they're going to start the eggs and potatoes over, because those are ruined.]

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, excellent. He's not a big eater, so I don't think he'll want to eat much.

[ Honestly, Aziraphale doesn't even know what kind of foods Crowley likes, because he always just eats whatever Aziraphale wants and then pushes the rest of it over. ]