[There's a silent "Who?" on Aziraphale's lips as the thermos is offered his way.]
I'm β
[But oh, that is indeed pepperminty. He can smell it, now that it's nearly under his nose, and it smells lovely. Aziraphale should be more wary of strangers in this place, probably, and he should not accept drinks like this β anything could be in it! β and yet.
He reaches for it anyway. Takes a careful sip anyway.]
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I'm β
[But oh, that is indeed pepperminty. He can smell it, now that it's nearly under his nose, and it smells lovely. Aziraphale should be more wary of strangers in this place, probably, and he should not accept drinks like this β anything could be in it! β and yet.
He reaches for it anyway. Takes a careful sip anyway.]
...oh. That's. Hm.
[Good? We'll go with "good."]