badassbutler.livejournal.comCafe Fina was, metaphorically anyway, dressed to the nines. Everything outside was spotless. The floor was so clean that, if you were so inclined, you could probably shave in it. We don't know why you would want to do such a thing, but if you wanted to? You could.
The spread was incredibly varied, with lunch and breakfast food from a wide variety of different places, meaning that just about anything a person could wish for, even if they were very, very, very far from home, was sure to be there.
And, watching over it all, Alfred sat at a table to the side, sadly drinking a cup of tea and talking to anyone who wanted to wish him goodbye.
[[This is basically the official "goodbye" post for Alfred. If you want to say your farewells, this would probably be the place.]]