"I'm fine," Alfred said immediately, pushing himself up so that he wasn't slouching quite so much. He wasn't, particularly, but the last thing he wanted to do was talk to Evander about it, so he'd better put on a good show of being fine. A better show than he had been putting on up until this point, apparently. He put a small bite of potatoes in his mouth and swallowed without taking the time to taste it.

"The flat's fine. Not cursed anymore. Did I mention it was cursed?" he said a bit distantly. He realized after bringing it up that he probably hadn't, since he and Evander didn't talk very frequently or in any degree of depth. He probably could have never brought it up and that would have been better, but it was too late for that now. "Not, uh, seriously cursed. Just rather inconvenient, really. A friend of mine was able to come by and fix it, though."

Friend. Zelda Fisk had been the one to stop by and fix it, but he certainly wasn't going to mention that. The best case scenario if he brought up Zelda's visit would be receiving a lecture from Evander about the impropriety of inviting unaccompanied girls over to his flat; the worst case — well, the conversation could get very unpleasant for him, to say the least.