[center][h1][color=f7976a]Alfonse[/color][/h1][/center]

Alfonse checked his phone on his way out, pausing a moment at the door to take an umbrella. This side of Washington rained nearly every day and ruining a suit wouldn't do. He locked the house’s door and looked over the outside. Some of the paint was peeling off but the ivy he planted was growing well. He made a mental note to find a painter. 

He felt a twinge of wistfulness as he made his way down the drive, taking a moment to remember the woman who’d paid him the house in a contract. It was entirely by accident. Narti stole one if the woman’s garden ornaments and left the flyer behind instead. Two days later, he teleported into the women's room and make a pact to keep her children from squabbling over her inheritance and to keep her company before she passed away. It had been easy, getting her to sign him over as the inheritor, changing her children’s memories, and arranging her funeral after the fact. 

He started up the car, another pact payment. Did he really need to drive? Not particularly but he found the mortal’s metal death traps rather relaxing when they functioned properly. And he needed something in the event teleportation was inconvenient so he had ensured he’d gotten something upscale. It wouldn’t do for Alice to arrive in anything less.

He made a stop by his regular bakery, picking up a box of pastries and bagels and a few newspapers while chatting quietly with the woman who ran the store. He wished her a good day and left, heading straight to the college. His dashboard read 6:40. Just on time.
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Alfonse walked into the room and noted the desk and the pile of paperwork. Good thing he brought food, it seemed someone would probably need it. He made his way into the kitchenette.

[color=f7976a]“Good morning, my liege.”[/color] Alfonse said, bowing at Alice. [color=f7976a]“Good morning, Mr. Dublois. I brought bagels and pastries, I’ll have them laid out in just a moment. The New York Times, The Washington Post, The Chicago Tribune, and The Wall Street Journal will be out in a moment as well.”[/color] He glanced at Alice and sighed, taking the kettle of the heat.

[color=f7976a]“Go sit with Mr. Dublois my liege. I’ll bring your tea in just a moment.”[/color] Alfonse suggested softly as he used his magic to bring the water to a boil before setting up the teapot and laying pastries and such on a serving platter.