It seems, Alfred Pennyworth, today you get all the tinehgirls.
Phoebe's ward lives at the Conrad. This means Phoebe spends a lot of time there. She's quick to skip her merry way into the kitchen at the smell of brownies. She makes cookies and even though they're really good she has yet to learn how to make a good brownie.
"ZOMG. Want!"
Phoebe should be a little more eloquent than this, really.
Alfred's eyes do widen a bit, but he is not one to deny anyone a brownie. Torn between amusement and confusion, he fetches another plate for the young lady and smiles pleasantly at her.
"I would be very happy to get you a few brownies." And, he will! He is hoping to get, perhaps, a name. Alfred is willing to wait until after a few bites until he gets a full and coherent sentence, however. He knows the power of freshly baked brownies. It can fell even a superhero. Oh yes.
As he neatly cuts the brownies into even squares, he tilts his head at her. "I am Alfred Pennyworth."
"Ooh!" Phoebe waits until Alfred has cut all of the brownies into neat squares before snatching one up. "That's right. I didn't even introduce myself. GOD I swear I'm not always so spazzy."
Only she is, Alfred. She really is.
"I'm Phoebe Donovan and hee you have an accent. That is so cool. I love accents. I went around with a French accent for like a whole year until my friend Amanda was all, duh Phoebe, people can totally tell you're not French and then I was all SHUT UP YOU WHORE."
Alfred smiles and gets Phoebe several more brownies. He is glad to see that she is enjoying them. He listens carefully to her, giving her his full attention. He hopes he does not miss anything she is saying, as she seems to have quite a bit to say.
He is a bit taken back at some of her more...colorful terminology, but she seems to have a very exuberant personality and it is refreshing. "I do have an accent, and thank you very much. I am very pleased to meet you, Miss Donovan, and I believe that the voice you have now is quite lovely. It suits you well."
Phoebe beams as she receives more brownies. If she didn't have some shred of self-restraint she'd cling to him now and cry BE MY GRANDPA ALFRED.
As it is, she only giggles as she eats more, more, more!
"I am verra pleased to meet you, Mr. Pennyworth."
She likes the name. Mr. Pennyworth. It's very proper. "Where are you from, exactly? Are you one of them peeps who has like FOUR different names, all of them hella long? Have you met the Queen!?"
'What a lovely young woman,' Alfred thinks to himself. She is polite, she enjoys his baking, and she is thoughtful and considerate, asking him questions about himself.
Smiling brightly, Alfred places his hands behind his back and stands at attention, as is proper. "Originally, I am from Britain, although most recently, I resided in Gotham." His eyes twinkle in amusement at her second question, and it is with great merriment that he answers her. "I do, indeed, have four names. I am Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth, and I have met the Queen."
Fluuuuuuuck that's a lot of names. If he wasn't so proper she'd stick with Alfred P. As it is, she will stick with Mr. Pennyworth.
"You've met her? For serious?" Cue a very awed expression from Phoebe. "Have you seen the movie? The movie's kinda awesome, even if it bored me at parts. I am bored VERY easily, though."
She doesn't really expect an answer, or if she does she keeps talking anyway because she has too much to say all at once. "You have an accent, you make awesome brownies, and YOU HAVE MET THE QUEEN."
And he's offering her milk. She is, quite possibly, in heaven.
He has not seen the movie, but there does not seem to be a need for a response, as the young woman has continued to speak.
Inclining his head slightly, he goes and pours her a tall glass of milk. Bringing it over to her, he sets it down in front of her on the available flat surface. He begins to say something, perhaps about the Queen, when it registers that she said he made awesome brownies.
Oh, he is beaming now, Phoebe. Alfred's day, quite simply, has been made. "Thank you, Miss Donovan. That is very kind of you." Has the beaming been mentioned?
"If I may ask, have you been here in Chicago very long?"
Phoebe smiles prettily at Alfred, because the man didn't just get her brownies and milk he's also calling her Miss Donovan like she's some sort of lady!
And she could totally be a lady, damn it.
She's in a cloud of giddiness, this one. She bounces even as she sits in her chair and eats her brownies.
"I've kinda lived here all my life. I mean, I'm no Wanderer like you guys. I'm an angel! A guardian angel, as a matter of fact, thank you verra much. And even though I wasn't supposed to get my ward for years and years I DID! His name is Peter and he has the SHINIEST HAIR."
He is quite content to listen to her speak, as she has a very cheerful manner of doing so. In a way, she reminds him of his sister when she was very young.
Her words take him a bit by surprise, naturally, however he has prepared himself for such surprises. Rachel helped him, of course, which he greatly appreciates now, and he nods.
"I see," he says, very interested. "That sounds to be quite the honorable life, Miss Donovan." A guardian angel. Alfred is a man who has always believed in angels. One could not know Thomas and Martha Wayne without believing in angels. "I am certain that your ward is very lucky, indeed, to have you watching over him." ...And his shiny hair.
"I don't know about lucky," she admits to Alfred with a sigh. A very dramatic sigh. The kind of sigh only someone as young and exuberant as Phoebe could sigh. She's a total mess and she knows it. She doesn't blame Peter for being scared.
"BUT I will try my very best to keep him safe and protect him at all costs and anybody who hurts him WILL PAY FOR IT VERY DEARLY MR. PENNYWORTH."
The dark scowl on her face proves she means what she says. It leaves her face immediately, however, because Phoebe bounces back quickly from her mood swings. "Oh em gee this is so delicious. Seriously. I want to marry it. Wouldn't that be the BEST? Marrying chocolate. I'd be freaking Mrs. Godiva."
Alfred can see that the young lady is speaking the truth, and he feels that whoever this Peter is...the man is lucky, indeed. It sounds as though Miss Phoebe Donovan is taking her duty as guardian very seriously.
"I have no doubt, at all, that you will protect your ward to the best of your ability." With all sincerity, he smiles warmly at her. "Anyone would be lucky to have a young woman with such strong conviction protecting them, Miss Donovan." He hopes she believes that, and does not doubt herself. However, he is glad that she does worry and strive to do her best in spite of her concerns. Overconfidence has often felled the strongest men and women.
As she bounces back, Alfred's face lightens and he nods. "I am sure you are not the first who has believed a lifetime of chocolate is a very good thing, indeed. It is a wise woman who appreciates the good things in life."
Phoebe is suddenly all bashful-like. It's probably because he seems so sincere, and she is never, ever told someone is lucky to have her.
She's been called a nuisance, a confusing young girl, a burden, even. But never something like that.
This is the part where she clings to you like a peg now, Alfred. "You are very kind and wonderful and I totes pray Chicago never, ever, ever takes that away from you."
Should Alfred know who had called her a nuisance or a burden, he would very likely look upon that person or persons quite sternly. It is his belief that young people in a position of helping others require support and encouragement.
"Thank you, Miss Donovan. You are truly a good-hearted young woman and I greatly appreciate your kindness." He has high hopes for Chicago, actually. With Rachel working to improve things, with Bruce simply being there, and with good people such as Phoebe Donovan and young Dusty Baker around, he has very high hopes, indeed.
This is the part in which you have made a life-long friend, Miss Donovan. "Another brownie, my dear? Perhaps, I should wrap a few extra up for you so that you and your ward might enjoy them together at a later time."
Her family dynamic was interesting, to say the least. Phoebe would recall more of it if she hadn't blocked it out entirely. She rids herself of the bad memories because it's always easier to be happy if she doesn't remember when she's cried.
"Hee. I appreciate yours!" And that's about all she can say on your first observation, Alfred. The glee is barely contained.
Alfred has made a life-long friend himself! Once Phoebe clings to you, she'll stay in your life as long as she's allowed. "EEEE! That would be awesome. I'm sure Peter would love home-baked brownies! I can't see anyone that wouldn't enjoy these brownies. If such a person exists they deserve...something really awful!"
Alfred would never believe anyone would deserve something 'really awful' except, perhaps, that terrible Joker character and the so-called 'doctor', Jonathan Crane, but he will assume young Phoebe Donovan is merely joking about.
He is carefully wrapping up quite a few brownies now for the young lady and her ward, and he presents them to her with a smile. "There we are, Miss Donovan." And, because he genuinely enjoys her company, he happily adds, "I believe I shall attempt cookies tomorrow. Do you have a preference?"
Phoebe's ward lives at the Conrad. This means Phoebe spends a lot of time there. She's quick to skip her merry way into the kitchen at the smell of brownies. She makes cookies and even though they're really good she has yet to learn how to make a good brownie.
"ZOMG. Want!"
Phoebe should be a little more eloquent than this, really.
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"I would be very happy to get you a few brownies." And, he will! He is hoping to get, perhaps, a name. Alfred is willing to wait until after a few bites until he gets a full and coherent sentence, however. He knows the power of freshly baked brownies. It can fell even a superhero. Oh yes.
As he neatly cuts the brownies into even squares, he tilts his head at her. "I am Alfred Pennyworth."
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Only she is, Alfred. She really is.
"I'm Phoebe Donovan and hee you have an accent. That is so cool. I love accents. I went around with a French accent for like a whole year until my friend Amanda was all, duh Phoebe, people can totally tell you're not French and then I was all SHUT UP YOU WHORE."
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He is a bit taken back at some of her more...colorful terminology, but she seems to have a very exuberant personality and it is refreshing. "I do have an accent, and thank you very much. I am very pleased to meet you, Miss Donovan, and I believe that the voice you have now is quite lovely. It suits you well."
Yes, dear Phoebe, that was a compliment.
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As it is, she only giggles as she eats more, more, more!
"I am verra pleased to meet you, Mr. Pennyworth."
She likes the name. Mr. Pennyworth. It's very proper. "Where are you from, exactly? Are you one of them peeps who has like FOUR different names, all of them hella long? Have you met the Queen!?"
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Smiling brightly, Alfred places his hands behind his back and stands at attention, as is proper. "Originally, I am from Britain, although most recently, I resided in Gotham." His eyes twinkle in amusement at her second question, and it is with great merriment that he answers her. "I do, indeed, have four names. I am Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth, and I have met the Queen."
"Would you like a glass of milk, Miss Donovan?"
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"You've met her? For serious?" Cue a very awed expression from Phoebe. "Have you seen the movie? The movie's kinda awesome, even if it bored me at parts. I am bored VERY easily, though."
She doesn't really expect an answer, or if she does she keeps talking anyway because she has too much to say all at once. "You have an accent, you make awesome brownies, and YOU HAVE MET THE QUEEN."
And he's offering her milk. She is, quite possibly, in heaven.
"Yes, please!"
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Inclining his head slightly, he goes and pours her a tall glass of milk. Bringing it over to her, he sets it down in front of her on the available flat surface. He begins to say something, perhaps about the Queen, when it registers that she said he made awesome brownies.
Oh, he is beaming now, Phoebe. Alfred's day, quite simply, has been made. "Thank you, Miss Donovan. That is very kind of you." Has the beaming been mentioned?
"If I may ask, have you been here in Chicago very long?"
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And she could totally be a lady, damn it.
She's in a cloud of giddiness, this one. She bounces even as she sits in her chair and eats her brownies.
"I've kinda lived here all my life. I mean, I'm no Wanderer like you guys. I'm an angel! A guardian angel, as a matter of fact, thank you verra much. And even though I wasn't supposed to get my ward for years and years I DID! His name is Peter and he has the SHINIEST HAIR."
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Her words take him a bit by surprise, naturally, however he has prepared himself for such surprises. Rachel helped him, of course, which he greatly appreciates now, and he nods.
"I see," he says, very interested. "That sounds to be quite the honorable life, Miss Donovan." A guardian angel. Alfred is a man who has always believed in angels. One could not know Thomas and Martha Wayne without believing in angels. "I am certain that your ward is very lucky, indeed, to have you watching over him." ...And his shiny hair.
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"BUT I will try my very best to keep him safe and protect him at all costs and anybody who hurts him WILL PAY FOR IT VERY DEARLY MR. PENNYWORTH."
The dark scowl on her face proves she means what she says. It leaves her face immediately, however, because Phoebe bounces back quickly from her mood swings. "Oh em gee this is so delicious. Seriously. I want to marry it. Wouldn't that be the BEST? Marrying chocolate. I'd be freaking Mrs. Godiva."
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"I have no doubt, at all, that you will protect your ward to the best of your ability." With all sincerity, he smiles warmly at her. "Anyone would be lucky to have a young woman with such strong conviction protecting them, Miss Donovan." He hopes she believes that, and does not doubt herself. However, he is glad that she does worry and strive to do her best in spite of her concerns. Overconfidence has often felled the strongest men and women.
As she bounces back, Alfred's face lightens and he nods. "I am sure you are not the first who has believed a lifetime of chocolate is a very good thing, indeed. It is a wise woman who appreciates the good things in life."
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She's been called a nuisance, a confusing young girl, a burden, even. But never something like that.
This is the part where she clings to you like a peg now, Alfred. "You are very kind and wonderful and I totes pray Chicago never, ever, ever takes that away from you."
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"Thank you, Miss Donovan. You are truly a good-hearted young woman and I greatly appreciate your kindness." He has high hopes for Chicago, actually. With Rachel working to improve things, with Bruce simply being there, and with good people such as Phoebe Donovan and young Dusty Baker around, he has very high hopes, indeed.
This is the part in which you have made a life-long friend, Miss Donovan. "Another brownie, my dear? Perhaps, I should wrap a few extra up for you so that you and your ward might enjoy them together at a later time."
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"Hee. I appreciate yours!" And that's about all she can say on your first observation, Alfred. The glee is barely contained.
Alfred has made a life-long friend himself! Once Phoebe clings to you, she'll stay in your life as long as she's allowed. "EEEE! That would be awesome. I'm sure Peter would love home-baked brownies! I can't see anyone that wouldn't enjoy these brownies. If such a person exists they deserve...something really awful!"
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He is carefully wrapping up quite a few brownies now for the young lady and her ward, and he presents them to her with a smile. "There we are, Miss Donovan." And, because he genuinely enjoys her company, he happily adds, "I believe I shall attempt cookies tomorrow. Do you have a preference?"
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