Alfred had left the room for not even five minutes to refill a few trays, grumbling freely about the poor manners and social skills society’s elite had in the safety of the kitchen. Balancing the dishes carefully, Alfred reset them on the table just as a flock of people surrounded him for the new samples. Freeing himself from the group, Alfred’s next task was to find Bruce. Let these people find their own drinks for a little while.<br/><br/>Spotting the young boy, as well as a very persistent man on his tail, Alfred easily made his way over to them. He heard what people were saying as he passed, no one making any move to quiet down as he walked passed them on his mission to save Bruce.<br/><br/>“Master Bruce, I have been looking for you.” Alfred said when he was close enough to the pair to slip between them, blocking Bruce from the man’s view. Placing a hand on Bruce’s shoulder, Alfred gave a quick smile to the man before leading Bruce into the kitchen where he could speak with him. Kneeling on one knee before the boy, Alfred could tell Bruce was done with all this.<br/><br/>“Why don’t you go upstairs while I get rid of them?” He nodded in the direction of the main room. “I can bring something up after once I finish clearing up.”