"Of course I did, it's Christmas," Aziraphale says, almost incredulously. Sure, it's not something he usually does, but it's never really been allowed before. Or he'd thought a gift would be unwelcome, for obvious demon-y reasons.

He loves watching Crowley. Loves the gentleness he shows, when he doesn't think he's being observed, when he's unself-conscious. It reminds Aziraphale just how unsuited his friend is to being a demon, really.

"Lunch! Lunch would be lovely," he agrees, because he's gotten used to being able to say yes to Crowley, at least for things like this. He doesn't have to find an excuse to say no.