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Sitting near the fire with a newspaper in his lap, Crowley determines to send Prime Minister Brown a Christmas card or somesuch - or at least refrain from hassling the man for a while. There's little better excuse, you see, than the increasing likelihood of an early election for spending great swathes of time at home in London, rather than abroad, hissing quietly in Very Important Ears.
This, then, would be why Crowley is sitting near the fire. With a newspaper in his lap.
(He's not paying much attention to it, though. Mostly he's wondering why the bar is so full of animals, and further to this, why the bar doesn't smell like it's full of animals. Not that he objects, mind.)
This, then, would be why Crowley is sitting near the fire. With a newspaper in his lap.
(He's not paying much attention to it, though. Mostly he's wondering why the bar is so full of animals, and further to this, why the bar doesn't smell like it's full of animals. Not that he objects, mind.)