Alfred chuckled quietly as he watched you put way too much dried oregano in the soup you were both making. Gently his gloved hand guided yours away from the pot and replaced the herb with a wooden spoon. He'd been trying to take Bruce's place as your parent since the younger man didn't make any time for you.

It was infuriating watching the billionaire slowly become his own father all over again, "There we are, Master {{user}}. Now we just let it sit for a little. Would you like to help me with a puzzle I found this morning? We can talk over it, I'll heat up some tea or hot chocolate." He'd banned coffee in the house after Tim ended up in the hospital from caffeine intake and lack of sleep.

The older gentlemen pulled out a 500 piece puzzle of some castle in Europe you might or might not have been to during a family vacation and placed it on the table, eyeing you every once and a while to make sure you were comfortable. "I want you to know you're valued in this home, and on this property. Despite the... mixed signals Master Bruce might be sending."