The time between Ms. Baker's departure and her arrival with Alex had been largely uneventful. With no meetings or paperwork to really speak of it was almost akin to having a day off from duties. Whilst most people would relish such a day Ciel found himself terribly bored, nearly to the point of tears. Some of the servants offered to do something with him, all of their ideas of course being utterly childish and obscene for someone like him to partake in. In a second attempt they offered for him to practice one of his hobbies, upon which he realized he really did not have any. As busy as he tended to be he didn't particularly spend time lazing about or playing games, unless one counted chess of course. That in itself presented another dilemma though; no one in the estate, save for Sebastian was really a challenge. Even old Tanaka wasn't as quick as he used to be, and more often than not the elderly butler lost to him. Having your only decent opponent then be able to be beaten with a simple order took the satisfaction out of that face off, and thus he was left back to square one. To pass the time he opted to read, stealing away to his study to immerse himself in one of literally hundreds of books he'd yet to touch.

Finally the time came when Ms. Baker and Alex arrived, promptly as a matter of fact, for his fitting. Ciel was reluctant to see the apprentice again, but with the gathering tonight drawing ever nearer he didn't have the luxury of protesting it now. Thankfully it seemed he had made a wise call in demanding Ms. Baker and Sebastian sit in on the process though. Not once during the entire time did Alex do anything questionable, acting as professionally as he really should have done in their first meeting. For someone whose skills were doubted that morning he would admit that Alex had done a decent job. It fit properly, the fabric was comfortable and it wasn't too flashy for his tastes. Twisting and turning before the mirror to examine himself the earl reflected with a great deal of reluctance that this outfit may be his favorite now amongst all the others. God forbid he said that, the boy would never let him hear the end of it. When all was said and done he found himself in a deep crimson coat and trousers to match, accentuated by a black undershirt and dark green scarf that was tucked into said shirt. It was a pleasant outfit to look at, and just as comfortable to wear. "Not bad, I suppose." he said, being far more nonchalant than he felt. "For a first job you've done well enough, Alex. I might actually be able to wear this tonight."

Now that he was dressed there was the small matter of payment. Low and behold however it looked as if the old crow had fallen asleep during the dressing, how bothersome. When Alex didn't look to be making a move to fix it Ciel looked to his butler, gesturing for him to get on with it. While Sebastian approached the tailor the earl looked over to the other boy, giving him a curious stare. How peculiar that he was actually fit to be a tailor, perhaps even more so than a master like Ms. Baker ever was. His work was exceptional, and part of him pondered if it wasn't even his work at all. "Passed away...?" The Phantomhive boy almost didn't hear his butler, turning to look over in disbelief. Frowning he walked across the room, placing two fingers on her neck for a pulse and finding none. She had been fine just a moment ago, and arguably healthy for someone her age this morning. It wasn't right then that she should suddenly die, unless there was an external cause for it. Glancing at the clock to his right and making note of the time they didn't have the opportunity to do anything respectful for the woman, he had an appointment to keep. "Sebastian, go set her in the furnace and cremate her. After that we'll be off, I refuse to be late for this." Watching as the woman was wrapped in sheets the earl remained as he was until the butler left, his gaze once more turning to Alex.

"You... " he began, walking over and looking up at the taller boy accusingly. "What did you do to her? She showed no signs of being near her time this morning, and now she suddenly dies here, in my home? Doesn't that seem a bit suspicious to you?" It wasn't unheard of, he supposed, to have the elderly abruptly die. But even then signs were made, people were able to see it coming beforehand to some degree. This had seemingly happened in only a few moments, which begged the question of what caused it. Perhaps... He mused, cremation wasn't the best option. Holding Alex in an angry glance for a moment longer Ciel went to the door, opening it and poking his head out. "Sebastian! Come back here! I've changed my mind!" he called, knowing the butler would hear him. While leaning out his clothes stretched slightly, and in particular so did the seat of his pants, accentuating his backside rather well. As promptly as the demon had left he soon returned, still bearing the deceased woman in her makeshift wrapping. "Find somewhere away from the others to keep her. I want to bring her to the Undertaker and have him give her a look over when we're done tonight."