Oh, yes! But I quite thought you might be in need of some soup.

[ Aziraphale lets himself be led in and then sheds off all the snow on himself on the entrance rug, making sure this time not to get anything on the floor and track it on the way to the kitchen. He places the container of soup down eventually and opens it to reveal that it's steaming hot, even though he'd carried it from his house. ]

Wouldn't do if any of us starved or got sick from cold, would it?

[ So naturally Aziraphale decided he needed to be the one to check up on everyone. ]