Vaikuntha, that is something like a Hindu Heaven, Aziraphale sort of recalls, though comparative religion isn't necessarily his strongest bit of knowledge. What sort of Calamity had it faced?

"Oh, my dear, I'm sorry. It must be terrible growing up somewhere so far from your home," says the angel who spent most of his existence on Earth quite happy to be there over the place he came from. Still, he's genuine in his sympathy and compassion about it.

He nods politely, not going to damper her joy over horses despite his own slight misgivings about them. "Once something is learned, I very much doubt it can be unlearned entirely. Perhaps he will slip towards some of his bad habits, but that will be remedied quickly enough. I sounds like you father made an excellent choice in horses for you--maybe he thought teaching Avel would also help you to learn patience with the horse and not take his compliance and assistance for granted."

His smile at the suggestion of cocoa brightens considerably until it is almost glowing. She's managed to hit upon one of his favorites quite by accident. "It does indeed. And it is the perfect treat to warm you right up. If you'll take a seat, I'll get us some; and see if we might get some with the little marshmallows as well--ah, if you like that sort of thing."