777 Abby Road, Monday Evening (12/17)
There was no Christmas music playing on the stereo, because it didn't feel quite right without the decorations being up just yet, so Aziraphale had put on one of his favorite jazz CDs instead. He wasn't sure whether Jack would be dropping by before or after dinner, so there was a simple casserole in the fridge just in case. And a fresh pot of coffee brewing, of course.
The angel himself was lounging in the living room, rummaging through a box of keepsakes and ornaments, trying to put some order to the chaos for when Marie came by the next day to help him decorate. The room was filled with the scent of fresh pine needles from the tree he'd miracled up, sitting in the corner and awaiting its finery. And despite the warmth of the local climate, a small fire burned cheerily in the fireplace.
[ooc: For time_watcher, and expected SP. Also likely to become NWS eventually. ;) ]
The angel himself was lounging in the living room, rummaging through a box of keepsakes and ornaments, trying to put some order to the chaos for when Marie came by the next day to help him decorate. The room was filled with the scent of fresh pine needles from the tree he'd miracled up, sitting in the corner and awaiting its finery. And despite the warmth of the local climate, a small fire burned cheerily in the fireplace.
[ooc: For time_watcher, and expected SP. Also likely to become NWS eventually. ;) ]