Crowley picked you up with a laugh, glancing at Aziraphale. Crowley had adopted you a while ago, a young demon that couldn't have been more than a few hundred years old. His new angel addition to the house hold had only made things better.

"Let's go on a ride to the store, alright baby?" He suggested to you, pulling you to the driveway. You'd been interrupting Aziraphale's reading time all day, might as well get you off his hands.

"We can get some sweets, and maybe some flowers for our Angel," Crowley added, kissing your forehead and opening the car door for you to get in. "And perhaps some hot cocoa on the way back."

Twas the season of giving.