[Daine had said she wanted to talk, so Alfred is here, waiting. To talk. About something. Wonder what it could be.]

[Oh hello Daine. Have an Alfred. Standing on your front stoop, trying to knock on your door while simultaneously fending off an owl that's taken a liking to him. Or maybe a disliking. It's hard to tell with owls.

Stephanie is standing a few feet behind him, laughing. Politely. Behind her hand.]