Aziraphale smiles to himself as Illyria enters his periphery, studying his movements with rapt attention. It reminds him of when Melanie wanted to learn how to make tea. He prepares the cocoa in casual silence, pours most of it into one mug and the rest into a second. He hands this to Illyria without a word and proceeds back to the couch.

"If you don't like it I'll gladly take it off your hands," he says, sipping his coffee calmly.