Pep-per-mint Patty-- [he says again, slower, louder, somehow more obnoxiously.] --Holy shit, are you Gene Wilder?!

[he's not too far gone right now, though he does push the thermos towards aziraphale. something about this drink really puts him in a sharing mood-- it smells equal parts pepperminty, chocolatey and very boozy. quite decadent, overall. definitely something to keep one warm in the cold weather of the village, even if archer's already wearing a thick winter coat.]

Here, try it. I will bet you actual money dollars that you have never had anything this good before.