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Aziraphale stood at the counter, his largest mug in front of him, slowly warming milk in the pan.
“Not enough milk in there.” Crowley eyed the mug.
Aziraphale smiled, putting two generous scoops of cocoa mix into the mug.
“You’re making mud. Chocolate mud.”
The peppermint liqueur bottle was placed next to the mug.
“Alcoholic mud.”
Milk was poured over the mix, and methodically muddled together. Aziraphale drizzled liqueur in and the paste became liquid that he swizzled, frothed, and cream-topped.
“Half and half is perfect cocoa.”
Crowley’s eyes went wide. “To whom?!”
Aziraphale sipped and smiled. “To me, darling.”