You have reached the voicemail of Alfred Pennyworth. Should you need to speak with me, please leave a message and I shall get back to you quickly. Thank you.

I've caught news of the tornado at the fair. I'm very concerned. Rachel, Robin, if you're all right, please let me know.

Hello. My name is Alfred Pennyworth, and I have taken note of a small problem. A great many people, formerly residents of the Conrad Hotel, have lost their clothing. We have all lost much more than that, of course, but I am concentrating on the things I can, perhaps, help with.

I know there have been a great many clothes donated, but it is difficult at times to find things that fit properly. I am offering my services as a tailor to those who require it. Please feel free to come by my room [XXX number here] at the Kashtta and I will be happy to take your clothing measurements and make the adjustments you require. If you cannot find adequate clothing in the donated items, I hope you will still come by. It might be possible for me to simply make a few new items.

Most sincerely,

Alfred Pennyworth

[Locked to Bruce Wayne and Rachel Dawes]

After having spoken to Master Bruce, it has come to my attention that there are some issues that might require someone a bit more ...established in life to discuss them with. It is my hope, at least, that speaking with me will not result in either one of you behaving in a manner that you will later feel was inappropriate.

Rachel, my dear, I've noticed there has been a lack of communication of late. I'm speaking, of course, about the quiet that seems to have fallen over you and Master Bruce when in (somewhat) close contact.

I do not wish to interfere, of course. I'm simply concerned, and I was wondering if there might not be a way to make things a bit less silent.

It's been a considerable while, after all, since you both have given one another the silent treatment. It's also been a long while since you've had the rather amazing opportunity you both have now, which is to speak. It seems a shame that something has caused this opportunity to go unused.

If I can help in any way, I certainly would do so.

Dear Mr. Rice,

I would like to offer my gratitude for your very kind offer that I spend some time with you all in Paris this Christmas.

I will be happy to go.

I would also like to say that I am very happy to see Rachel full of such joy. It is something I have not seen in far too long a time, and I believe that is due in great part to you, Sir.

Thank you, again. It will be an honor.

Respectfully yours,

Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth

Alfred has gathered an assortment of ingredients in the rather small kitchen...though, honestly, any kitchen seems quite small to Alfred in comparison to the one he has been accustomed to. Rachel Dawes will be down shortly and Alfred is pleased to be spending time with her. There has been much sorrow of late. Now seems an appropriate time to celebrate that they are alive and well, and that there is still joy to be found in life.

Alfred Pennyworth is ready to celebrate that joy through the power of baking...in a proper suit and a plain, white apron. There is an identical white apron on the table, neatly pressed and folded, waiting for Rachel.

OOC: Approximately 10 o'clock PM. Tonight.

I must apologize for my absence, and I am deeply sorry if anyone was concerned. I am afraid I needed to go out to find a rather important purchase. Apparently, the trains leading back do not run at all times. Also, I needed to find refuge as there has been some rather...unfortunate weather of late.

I shall be 'home' shortly. I am afraid it will take me a while, as my leg was slightly injured in the last few days.

Most sincerely,

Alfred Pennyworth


[OOC: This post is immediately followed by this.]