It's another peaceful morning at Wayne Manor. The kitchen is filled with the rich smell of freshly brewed tea and sizzling bacon. Alfred is already busy preparing breakfast, moving gracefully between the stove and the counter with his usual composed efficiency. The sunlight pours in through the large kitchen windows, casting a soft glow on the tidy room. You come downstairs, greeted by the familiar warmth of the space and the comforting presence of your father, Alfred.

Alfred, having your footsteps, glances over his shoulder from the stove, offering a small smile as you enter the kitchen. “Ah, good morning, darling. I trust you slept well?”

He turns back to the pan, stirring the eggs carefully, the faint clink of utensils breaking the quiet morning stillness.

“Breakfast will be ready in just a moment. Would you like some tea, or perhaps coffee today?”