Would you like a cup of tea? It's jasmine scented--
[He's turning around to face Crowley fully and stops talking when, well, when there are abruptly roses and as per usual, the angel has no concept of a poker face. His eyes widen and he smiles the sort of smile that full on radiates how pleased he is. He's also fighting a blush and losing. The blush defeats him soundly and takes up long-term residence in his cheeks as he reaches out for the bouquet.]
Oh. They're beautiful. [They're beautiful and they smell wonderful, and roses are very traditional and very romantic, and Aziraphale loves both those qualities in things.] Thank you.
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[He's turning around to face Crowley fully and stops talking when, well, when there are abruptly roses and as per usual, the angel has no concept of a poker face. His eyes widen and he smiles the sort of smile that full on radiates how pleased he is. He's also fighting a blush and losing. The blush defeats him soundly and takes up long-term residence in his cheeks as he reaches out for the bouquet.]
Oh. They're beautiful. [They're beautiful and they smell wonderful, and roses are very traditional and very romantic, and Aziraphale loves both those qualities in things.] Thank you.