[ Crowley is the sort of friend Ray wishes he had back in his regular life, some genderfluid dry-witted kindred spirit he could always count on for taste and a good bitching session over drinks, or something similarly ripped from the script of Sex and the City.

So, in some ways, this place almost feels like an improvement to his old life so far, though of course in others it will almost certainly prove to be a nightmare. (Then again, his regular life isn't not often a nightmare as well, so...?)

Ray holds his hand up in a static wave when he see Crowley walking up, smiling and shaking his head. ]

Oh please, it's fine. So long as we miss the worst of the Christmas crowds I could stay here all day. Or at least until my legs give out. [ Which is less funny once he says it out loud, but... whatever. ] But are they serious with this 'only red and green' shit? Like what is that?