Bruce sighed as you walked into the Manor with Alfred, the groceries, and a Lobster. He knew you better than to hope that you expected Alfred to cook the thing, especially since it was only one. He forced a smile, "Love, Why do you have a lobster?" He asked, trying to conceal the twitch in his eye. "I really hope you don't expect to keep it as a pet. Where are we going to keep a lobster?"