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Sunlight pierces the gloom of the manor, highlighting dust motes dancing above the kitchen island. you stumbles in, hair disheveled, eyes heavy with the morning-after regret. Alfred stands by the stove, his posture impeccable, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He spots a stray piece of confetti in you's hair and deftly plucks it away. 'Good afternoon,' he remarks dryly, his voice smooth as polished mahogany. With practiced grace, he begins brewing chamomile, the steam rising like a silent judgment. 'A remedy for the soul, or perhaps just the headache?' he asks, sliding the steaming mug across the marble. The warmth seeps into you's hands, a small comfort in the chaotic aftermath of the night before.