[Huh. It's as if Aziraphale read his mind. He'd be suspicious, except that being a charming, pleasant host seems like a very angelic thing. Tea? Naturally. Maybe he could snap his fingers and create it out of thin air if he really wanted to.
He finds himself a seat across the table, knocks his lantern into the table's leg hard as he tries to find a spot to set it down, and the clang of metal on wood is as jarring as the moment of panic he feels. But he lifts it to inspect it, and all is well, so he more carefully sets it down next to him.]
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He finds himself a seat across the table, knocks his lantern into the table's leg hard as he tries to find a spot to set it down, and the clang of metal on wood is as jarring as the moment of panic he feels. But he lifts it to inspect it, and all is well, so he more carefully sets it down next to him.]
Thank you. And yes, I'd love some.