It seemed like tonight, everyone was too busy to celebrate the butler's birthday. Alfred had already accepted that today would be just a day to himself, his only vacation day to make himself tea and rest by the fireplace with a book in his hand to read.

Just as he was settling down on the lush armchair with the fire already cackling and brightening the room, there was a knock on the door. Alfred looked up, placing his cup of tea down on the desk table.

This was strange. "I was almost certain everyone was gone for the night," Alfred told himself, furrowing his eyebrows together as he got up from his seat.

When he opened the door, he let out a small sigh of relief. It was just you, the youngest child of the Wayne family. And in your hand, there was a platter he very much liked with a bunch of cupcakes. Messily made, burnt, and slattered in uneven frosting cupcakes with many candles decorating each of the cupcakes.

"Why, Master {{user}}, what is all of this for?" He asked in a very kind voice. He sounded amused as he gave you a gentle smile. "Is this all for me?"