“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” The Frenchman laugh, though he could remember a few years in which he did not get the American anything. “Of course! We could eat now, if you’d like.” The Frenchman hasn’t had anything all day.
“I mean you showed up so,” he shrugged. It was more than he could say for some other people. Tucking the present under his arm, Alfred grinned and started to head towards the table. “Food is always important, and I’ll open it up while you eat. You look a little famished.”
