It seemed Emlyn's gamble paid off, as Alice explained that the way that Emlyn suggested was not possible, at least not in the public eye of her world. He had to contain the smile he wanted to show as she dealt with her emotions and the memories she would surely want a receptacle for later. Emlyn saw his moment just as she began to cry. The homunculus stood and walked over to Alice's chair. He bent down on a knee and pulled Alice over to him, embracing her as she tried to excuse herself. He simply held her for the time being, gently rubbing her back for a moment to allow her to have a bit of time just to collect herself and calm down. The only sounds would surely be any noise Alice would make, the distinct sound of ticking very close to her, and occasionally some sound from the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Ms. Alice, there is nothing that you are able to do that would spoil this evening," Emlyn said quietly. "You are the one who received the bad news, so perhaps it was an error on my part to plan an evening such as this one." Emlyn finally stopped the embrace, gently leading Alice back in an upright position in her seat via her shoulders. His hand reached up and wiped tears from her eye before he finally began to speak again. "Locking yourself away will only make the feeling of sorrow grow exponentially. So please, stay and let us see if we can find something that will momentarily give you joy; or at least a since of neutrality?" Emlyn did not wait for an answer and stood, pulling a handkerchief out of the pocket of his suit, and handing it to her.<br/><br/>The dinner went by as expected. Emlyn deftly kept the conversation moving in such a way that Alice would not have to think about her world that much. Of course, it was difficult to do considering it all, but the homunculus managed it. The conversation over their dinner only covered things that he knew he could talk about in this world. He told her of his legal business ventures, and thus, inadvertently giving her a better idea of the status of the person she was now in the care of. He told her tales from history from a perspective that only he could give, his lifespan being a benefit in this situation as he regaled her with the history of this world's Europe. About the Rebirth of culture and art. About the exemplary eighteens, where war was rare and love and creativity was plenty for a solid century. About the resurgence of the great race of draconic, dog-like creatures that served as protectors to the Prana of a region, and thus served as defenders of balance, which in turn brought prosperity and health.<br/><br/>As Emlyn did his best to fill the time, to distract and lessen the blow for Alice, their food continued to come. After the sushi and the soup, the chef brought a steak to the table, snapping his fingers to set either of the servings on fire letting the flames die and a cream to be poured over top of it. Steak au poivre was what he described it as, though the method of preparation was certainly different that it was in Alice's world. Emlyn simply hoped she would not catch on to that. But for dessert, the chef certainly seemed to deviate a bit from what he originally had in store. What was presented to the two of them was a cupcake, the topping shaped and actually moving like a phoenix. Though one couldn't tell due to the wrapping, the base itself was a rich and luxurious chocolate, which a pair of strawberries was dipped in along side the cupcake. Finally, as a cream to use on either was off to the side, seemingly freshly made by vanilla beans.<br/><br/>But finally, their dinner did come to the end. The plates were collected as Emlyn finally allowed himself a moment to stop talking. Emlyn stood, straightening his suit. "Would you care to join me for a drink, Ms. Alice?" Emlyn said, offering his hand. "If nothing else, you won't have to be alone now that dinner is over." He added shortly after. Once Alice stood and took his hand, Emlyn led the young lady up the stairs and back into his bedroom, allowing the subtle grandeur of it all flood over her. Once Alice was led to a seat on a small couch, Emlyn strolled over to the small bar that he had in the room, shrugging off his suit jacket as he did so. "Is there any particular type of drink you are fond of, Ms. Alice?" Emlyn asked.