[Aziraphale -- who is, at the moment he hears the door, fussing around with a kettle and teapot and a basket of loose leaf oolong tea that has already steeped far too long -- looks up at the sound of Crowley's voice and immediately a smile is blossoming across his features as he sets about pouring his tea from pot to cup, calling back over his shoulder.]
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Welcome home, dearest. In the kitchen!