[A year at the Circle and all that magic and Maes doesn't blink at this kind of stuff, well, the still-heated soup part. He's still questioning Aziraphale's sanity. But not aloud. Because Aziraphale was kind enough to bring soup.

Maes catches a whiff of it.] That soup smells amazing. [He looks directly at Aziraphale and says with a lot of sincerity in his expression.] Thank you.

[Maes has a weakness for homecooked meals, even if he is extremely biased towards his wife's cooking above all else.]

I hope those spirits didn't smash all my bowls with their New Year's antics.

[He starts rummaging in his own cabinets for the right service wear.]

You'll join me right? No sense wandering back to your cabin before warming yourself up. Besides, food's better with company and I've been in short supply of that lately.