Cafe Fina, Monday

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

At Wadsworth's suggestion, there is a sign outside advertising their "red" herring special.

Cafe Fina is open for bussiness.

Alfred and Wadsworth are here to serve you.

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Lunch

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred is here to serve you. Yes, he is technically the owner, but he's a "hands on" kind of guy.

Dinner

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

No, not that hands on. So banish those thoughs from your mind you dirty people.

Re: Dinner

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred steps away when a cook comes up, telling him he has a phone call. His eyes widen as he listens to the message. Moving faster than most would suspect a man of his years capable of, he grabs his coat and hat.

"Wadsworth, I'm leaving you in charge. I'm not sure when I'll be back."

Butler-fu!

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

If you want to call upon one of Alfred's butlerpfu tricks, either seemingly reading your mind and picking something he'd think you'd like or seemingly reading your mind and having your order prepared before you order it, ping me here.