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Scandalous language from the back room caused customers to leave the shop in a huff. Aziraphale smiled, satisfied at their leaving, then went to see what was causing the ruckus. He discovered Crowley in the middle of untangling a Gordian knot of fairy lights.
“What are you doing, Crowley?”
“What’s it look like? Decorating.”
“Need it be so … “
“Sweary? Think so, s’in all the films.”
“Yes, howev-”
“You wanted a full holiday experience.”
Aziraphale’s fingers clicked and the knot was replaced with a new box of fairy lights. “I believe a new strand every year will be our holiday tradition.”