"Cocoa. Calories are good. And the sugar won't bother me." And yeah, it's more comforting. Tea is an Aziraphale thing, anyway. Stupid grandpa drink.

They go, sinking down on the couch and dropping their head into their hands wearily. For most of the cocoa-making, they'll just sit like that, not moving. Until at one point Misty turns away for a minute or so, and when she turns back will find one hand dropped from their face to use one finger to pet the top of a little... plastic ghost figurine? That absolutely wasn't sitting on the coffee table a minute ago?

Best get her introduced to man's new best friend early, anyway, since it's as much a new houseguest as Soldat is. The ghost is slightly less needy, though.