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On Warlock’s first Christmas the Dowlings receive a Very Important Invitation requiring their presence in London. This throws a wrench in Crowley’s plan to treat Aziraphale to the best (according to Crowley’s research) sticky toffee pudding in all of London.
“Order it takeaway, my dear,” Aziraphale says as Crowley fumes. “And then bring Warlock to the cottage.”
That evening, Warlock sleeps in Crowley’s arm as they make a leisurely meal of wine and cheese. At midnight, per their tradition, Aziraphale pours whiskey and serves the pudding: “Sláinte.”
Warlock stirs and wakes, looking up at Crowley with his very first smile.