[Since the full moon has passed, Crowley should be capable of eating again. Which means the Soldier is shoving a plate full of grilled cheese (with whatever vegetables/meat combo with the cheese that they've determined Crowley claims to dislike the least) and a mug of cocoa into his hands.]

Eat. It'll help with the cold.

[It helps them, anyway. Aziraphale's plate (with his own guessed favorite sandwich additions) and cocoa gets set in front of him on the coffee table while he sets the game up. The Soldier settles on the couch, one foot curled under them, with their own lunch. Eating and a game... thing. They'll help keep the Soldier from pacing. (They've been doing a lot of pacing. And some slipping out to patrol despite the blizzard. Being caged up like this is not great for their mood.)]