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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<33 Well I love Alfred.

[worthyheir]

[He was totally not excited to see the family butler/technical grandfather. Not in the least. After all, Pennyworth was merely help and help was replaceable.]

You should have informed me sooner--I've had need to go through the kitchen pantry.

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

People thought that but they weren't singing that tune when he almost quit. Still that was way before Damian's time.

"My apologies, Master Damian. How may I be of service to you today?" He asked rather cheerfully. It was Damian's way of missing him.

[worthyheir]

[Definitely before Damian's time. Nightwing still had that funky 90s outfit.]

I'm looking for meat, preferably raw and preferably ground. Fish is also acceptable, but rabbit meat is really what I'm looking for. [He would look, but that's your job, isn't it?]

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

Oh God, the outfit. We've come a long way, baby.

"Dare I ask for what purpose, sir?" Alfred asked as he opened the fridge to prepare the rabbit meat. It was a nice looking coney and reminded him of a stew he had learned to cook for on the service.

[worthyheir]

[Eh, it might be a step back lately. Red Robin costumes, anyone?]

[Pulls a small, white kitten out of his sweater. How did he hide him? Magic.] For Dusan.

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

Master Tim is the swan queen.

"Certain to strike terror in the hearts of scoundrels everywhere." He gently teased rubbing underneath the cat's ear. "May I also inquire on how you achieved those injuries, sir?"

[worthyheir]

Some guy was just giving them away. [Dusan is a little hesitant to the petting at first, but eases into it.]

Drake's a psycho.

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"Master Tim did this to you?" He's not too shocked. They do fight and the batclan tends to fight hard. He begins to ground some of the rabbit meat before placing it on a saucer plate.

[worthyheir]

Pennyworth, you shouldn't be surprised. You witnessed the way he attacked me for daring to prevent you from tripping over a rug. He doesn't need a reason to come after me. Drake needed to learn that when he pushes me I push back.

[Places Dusan on the floor.]

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"I know Master Tim can be overprotective of times, especially of home and of us. Still, what was here that you two could've been possibly fighting over?"

Alfred placed the saucer plate on the floor for the small kitten.

[worthyheir]

I can't remember. Whatever it was was inconsequential.

[Dusan sniffs at it until deciding it was acceptable and digs in.]

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"Whatever it was needs to stop. It's not the behavior of young gentlemen." He replied putting the rest of the ground meat into a bag to store it.

[worthyheir]

Tell that to Drake, he started it. And if he starts it again, I will defend myself, Pennyworth.

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"As is your right but there will be no retaliation of any sort, Master Damian." The tone doesn't invite for disagreement.

[worthyheir]

Pennyworth, I'm insulted you would think I'd do that. I'm above petty grievances.

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"My apologies, sir. Your forgivness would be most apreciated, Master Damian." He replied with a slight smile on his face.

[worthyheir]

I suppose I can let this transgression slide. [You did feed Dusan, after all.]