First action | Open to Everyone | Cafeteria

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

It was his way of alerting the others of his presence quietly. His hot butter raisin scones were popular back in Wayne Manor and they did have a distinctive taste and smell. Alfred left the door between the cafeteria and the kitchen open although not conspiculously so. Just a tiny bit to encourage company.


He knew he'd be expecting them shortly. If you were to walk in you would see a middle age man taking some buns out of the oven. Strangely he wears white gloves, even under his oven mitts, and he's much more formal looking than an ordinary cook would be.


Without even turning around he tells you, "Please, do come in."

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[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

[When Bart smells the irresistible scent of good food, he decides he has to investigate and find out where it's coming from. It doesn't take him long. He eagerly accepts the invitation to enter and moves to stand behind Alfred, looking over his shoulder at what's on the tray.]

Hi! What are those?

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"Hot buttered raisin scones, fresh from the oven." He holds it out encouraging Bart to take one and try it.

"Now they are rather hot..."

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

[He takes one and tries it, not bothered by the threat of burns.] Whoa! This is amazing.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[bats tend to think with their stomach as much as they think with their heads, and when it comes to Alfred's cooking, well. The food here just doesn't compare at all.

So while Tim was in the cafeteria to get something to eat, as soon as he smelled something from home, he had to go to the back to check it out. And who does he see... this week was filled with ups and downs.]

Alfred?

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

He turns with the pan of fresh buns in his hand.

"Good to see you again, Master Tim." He replies smiling. Somehow, he knew they'd find him.

[worthyheir]

[Sniffs the air as he walks past the cafeteria. That smell... There was no doubt about it. He had smelled it before. And not from the cafeteria before, either. Following his nose lead him to the kitchen and to Alfred. Pennyworth, of course. They were his... something or other. His food was all right. Just above edible, but better than the slop they usually serve.]

Pennyworth. Have you been here the entire time and failed to inform me?

You little brat. I love you. XD

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"No, Master Damian. I have been here for four hours and declined to inform you." He told him although he was happy to see that he was well.

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid has to admit that the smell coming from the cafeteria--or rather, the kitchen, he soon discovers--is rather better than usual, and when he peers in, he finds an individual dressed far more formally than the norm as well.

...Has there always been a butler at the Garden?

In any case, if he's being invited inside, Cid's not one to refuse, especially when it smells so nice in the kitchen.]

Pardon my intrusion. [Looking around, it doesn't take him long to notice the scones.] I couldn't help but notice the wonderful aroma...

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"Please, help yourself sir. Alfred Pennyworth, at your service." He offers him some on the tray.

[tortileghostwriter]

[He steps in when Alfred says that, raising an eyebrow curiously. He followed the smell.]

What are those? They smell wonderful.

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"Hot Buttered Raisin Scones. Please, do help yourself to one." He offers him the tray.

[fierybluebird]

"Oh ah, sorry," Marco dropped a quick bow briefly. "I was just looking for --" he paused at the the less than horrifying smells that semi-infrequently ran rampant in the kitchens. "Wow, are you new here?"

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"Yes, sir. Alfred Pennyworth, at your service."

[moirailcompass]

[Nepeta picked up that absolutely delicious scent from outside the corridors with her sharp nose. She makes her way to them, and timidly peeks inside. She looks at him for a moment, eying the buns he was taking out and then starting a bit when he spoke. She edges in, and gives a small smile. While friendly, she can be shy, but she's still especially uncertain of how to act around adults. Thirteen years of never seeing them would do that to you.]

Oh! Hi! I'm sorry I didn't mean to barge in. It's just that I smelled...and it was a really good smell so I got curious.

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"It is quite alright, miss. Please, do help yourself." He replies gently and offers her a scone to try.

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

'lo?

[Enter Max, her smartphone looking nano-tab of a computer in hand ( which has the entire directory of the school d/l on it). She's still in her "explore the place" mode, having recently gotten here.

She smiles when she see's Alfred, but doesn't quite put the name to face just yet.]

Sorry for bustin' in, just trying to get the layout of this place.

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, miss. Alfred Pennyworth, at your service. How may I help you today?" He does eye the nano-tab since it looks advanced and expensive although he's never seen anything like it before.

FASHIONABLY LATE OKOK.

[notasidedick]

[And attracting you get! Hopefully the sudden hug from behind by Dick isn't too alarming. You know how those Batkids are with suddenly appearing out of nowhere.]

I recognize the smell of your scones from anywhere Alfred. I didn't know you were here.

[HE IS FIVE AND WILL ACT AS SO WITH CLINGING AND BEING A WHINY LITTLE THING.]

You can never be late. :3

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

Alfred smiles and places the tray on the stove.

"I just arrived this morning, Master Dick." He turns around and gives the man a hug as well. "If I may say so, it is wonderful to see that you are in good health, sir."

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Conner froze at the door, clearly caught. It was the scent of something freshly baked that had caught his attention and brought him to the cafeteria. He tilts his head and peers a little further into the kitchen and then reaches out to push the door open the rest of the way.]

...so I'm not the only one with Superhearing?

[If this was Superman, he'd lost a lot of hair since the last time Conner had seen him... but he never remembered Superman being this thin either. Huh.

No. There was no way this guy was Superman; sure was one helluva disguise if it was though! Hah.]

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"One could say that." It's his way of ambiguously answering yes without having to explain himself. This is no Superman although he has had the man of steel dine with his master in the past.

[dangerousthings.livejournal.com]

[Luki smells something delicious from down the hallway and eagerly follows the scent.]

How did you know I was there?

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"My master and his charges make it a habit of sneaking up on me. One learns to discriminate for footsteps." He replies by a way of answer.

[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ A little bit guilty, she steps in. ]

I'm sorry for intruding--the smell was too delightful to resist.

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"I seldom mind the company, miss. Please, do help yourself." He asks offering her a scone.