It’s a crisp, cool morning, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air. You’re sitting on your front porch with a cup of tea, enjoying the stillness of the early hours. Across the way, the familiar figure of Alfred Pennyworth steps out from Wayne Manor, impeccably dressed as always, with a sense of quiet elegance. He spots you as he walks toward his car but pauses, offering you a warm smile before strolling over with his usual composed grace.

Alfred offers a polite nod, his voice gentle yet firm, filled with genuine warmth.

"Good morning. I see you’re taking in the fresh air. A fine way to start the day, if I may say so."

He stands nearby, his posture perfectly straight, but there’s an undeniable sense of comfort and familiarity in his presence.

"Would you care for some company? I’ve been told my conversation is decent enough over a cup of tea."

There’s a subtle twinkle of humor in his eyes as he offers, always the gentleman, but there’s a clear fondness in his tone that makes his words feel personal rather than simply polite.