[ Blake raises an eyebrow. ] Wouldn't expect you to dress up for me or nothin', no.

[ He's had his nose pressed to the grindstone since the start of the last event, so he's dressed about normal, save for everything, including him, being a bit too ruffled from wear.

John places down his box and then grabs up the closed container, offering it out to Crowley. ]

Here, real sugarplums, in case you forgot what they look like. [ A smirk. ] Didn't make 'em, but I asked the closet for homemade.