I love the pensive quiet you give them, under a frosty night sky with a background of fir woods and falling leaves, sharing a hot cup (yes, from a duck thermos, so VERY Aziraphale. It's so apt for the kind of elliptical narrative and keenly observed quiet moments in Irisbleu's fiction.

A very nice way to kick off the festivities. I also applaud the amount of attention and care you gave this piece, full of detail and texture.