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[princess_weia]

[Leia had ideas for most all of her friends' Christmas presents, with two very notable exceptions. Fortunately, she also had a plan to solve this issue.]

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Mr. Aziraphale? This is Leia. I have an important question, and you seem like the best person to ask. 

See, I want to get Mr. Crowley a present for Christmas, but I don't what to get him. So I wanted to ask you, what kind of things does he like? Maybe that'll help me get some ideas.

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Hi, Mr. Crowley. This is Leia. I need to ask you something.

See, I want to get Mr. Aziraphale a present for Christmas, but I don't know the kinds of things he likes. I was wondering if you could help me with some ideas? I don't want to get him something he won't like, after all.

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[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley stared at the mirror for a long while, sort of glared at it really as you do when you are a demon being interrupted in the middle of an epic rant at your small yet growing collection of houseplants. Yelling at plants did make them grow so much better.

But he was all calm aloofness when he finally picked up the mirror and answered. Aziraphale had expensive taste... he would not be easy to shop for.

"How about a mug with angel wings?"

He recalled Aziraphale had used to own one back on Earth and that was likely something a kid could afford.

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[princess_weia]

"A mug with angel wings?", Leia repeated, considering as she did so. "I don't think I've seen a mug like that in the shops around her. 'Course, I haven't really been looking for one before either."

She thought for another moment or two. "I guess if I can't find one, I could probably wish one up," she said. "I've wished things up before for people, like those cookies I passed out when people were still stuck in the infirmary after everything that happened around Halloween." Crowley and Aziraphale had both been sleeping when she'd stopped by their room, so she'd just left them each a little bag of spice cookies with a short 'get well' note. She hadn't signed them, but the childish handwriting had probably been a bit of a giveaway.

Also, bringing the incident to mind would serve as a handy reminder that money or even availability in Main Street shops wouldn't necessarily be barriers to gift giving, as long as it was something that a child might be familiar enough with to be able to imagine.

((OOC: Hope you don't mind a bit of handwavey past cookie delivery. X3 I meant to put a thread of her bringing them cookies during their infirmary stay at the time, but it got lost in the shuffle until it was too late.))