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Crowley went into the plant room with a small box and headed into the corner, pulling a plant out of hiding.
“Time to shine.”
He decorated the small tree with memories collected over hundreds of years. Theater tickets, a preserved flower, a pinecone, a bookmark, a wooden duck (or three), a string of pearls draped near the top, a tiny sword letter opener, a snake, a swath of ancient silk … other bits and baubles representing six thousand years.
He brought it to the sitting room and placed it. Aziraphale came up, placed an apple at the top.
He beamed. “Perfect.”