He snorts, amused but not smiling. "If there's no trouble, it's hardly a party. I believe Master Wayne mentioned the puffs."
Bruce has given him these requests before, plenty, and they run the gamut from real requests for special treatment and code for get this asshole out of here. Worry over the Wayne heir's location left them without time for much clarification, so Alfred draws a line somewhere in between, cutting Marcus out of the crowd in the wake of a moving server. His fingers pinch at Marcus' elbow to herd him along.
The area they enter isn't a kitchen, but a side room set up as an intermediate space, hors d'oeuvres trafficking in from the kitchen and out by not-yet frazzled wait staff. There's an aluminum urn of coffee in the corner that two servers are huddled near, and Alfred is about to come up with some bit of small talk.
But before Marcus steps fully through the threshold, he's shoved forward--grabbed by the back of his collar and his shoulder. The person grabbing him (Damian, barked about six feet too far back) doesn't relent until Marcus bumps hard against the sturdy table, covered by two protective clothes and a collection of dishes waiting for washer. It rattles.
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Bruce has given him these requests before, plenty, and they run the gamut from real requests for special treatment and code for get this asshole out of here. Worry over the Wayne heir's location left them without time for much clarification, so Alfred draws a line somewhere in between, cutting Marcus out of the crowd in the wake of a moving server. His fingers pinch at Marcus' elbow to herd him along.
The area they enter isn't a kitchen, but a side room set up as an intermediate space, hors d'oeuvres trafficking in from the kitchen and out by not-yet frazzled wait staff. There's an aluminum urn of coffee in the corner that two servers are huddled near, and Alfred is about to come up with some bit of small talk.
But before Marcus steps fully through the threshold, he's shoved forward--grabbed by the back of his collar and his shoulder. The person grabbing him (Damian, barked about six feet too far back) doesn't relent until Marcus bumps hard against the sturdy table, covered by two protective clothes and a collection of dishes waiting for washer. It rattles.