cookies, but he has not eaten a proper lunch yet.

more then willing to prepare tea to make a lunch-date.

he will be okay with making his own lunch.

insists that Matthew should stay for tea.

that would be rude to just barge in...and he thinks he hear Kuma...Kumo...his friend calling him.

it's nonsense. He can't eat all this himself, so there wasn't anything to barge into. STAY.

points. "Look-- it is a flying snowman!:

*"

laughs. "That is just General Winter." He smiles politely at his guest. "Please, stay?"

now disturbed; that always works in the cartoons. "Well, I have an appointment."

frowns dejectedly. "Oh.. okay." He taps his faucet on Matthew's shoulder lightly. "Come by again!" Reverting back to his cheerful voice.

shudders in response, not speaking. He turns away quickly and flees.

stretches out a hand and waits for a cookie.

stares at Alfred for a few moments. Then pushes the pan towards him. "Help yourself, spoiled child."

grins and takes a handful, "These aren't poisoned or something, right?" He eyes a cookie a little suspiciously.

might as well let the endless pit enjoy them. "Nyet. Unfortunately, I wasn't expecting you to be eating them."

that sounds truthful enough, "Awesome!" He munches on one and, "Wow, these are pretty good!" What a surprise!

stares at him in disbelief. "Of course they are good." He sighs, understanding Alfred is beyond teaching about appreciation. 1/2

"Would you like something to drink with that?" with a cheerful smile.

eats another cookie and nods, "Sure, but nothing funny." He doesn't exactly want vodka with cookies.

"You are so gullible, Alfred. It would be effortless to trick you." Ivan pours him a glass of milk. "I haven't heard any gratitude yet~"

it would take a lot to trick a hero. He looks at the milk and then at Ivan, frowning a little, "Thanks?"

"You are welcome." still smiling widely. "I hope to receive such hospitality in return, Alfred. You've devoured almost all my cookies."

takes the cup and sips some milk, shrugging, "Sure, I can be hospitable." He hands him the last cookie, "You should have it."

stares at the single cookie neutrally. "How nice of you to think of me." He takes the cookie and crushes it.

sadly watches the crushed cookie, "Aw, I could've eaten that, ya know!" He doesn't know why he even bothers, "Well, see ya later!" He turns-

to leave.

the American a deadly leer as he turns away to leave. "Da svidaniya."