Alvin kept a better poker face than Sisse, but he had a lot of practice trying not to cower under the watchful gaze of Mrs. Potts. He had spent a good portion of his youth running around their greenhouse and yard, it wasn't like he didn't have the experience. "I sure will." The agreement was swift and decisive; it wasn't like had a choice.

At the mention of the Potts' shop employee joining them, Alvin paled a little. He wasn't sure if that was better or worse. There would be no way candidness to their conversation, but if he was being honest with himself he didn't know what to say to her at this junction. Poor Pepper was going to have an awkward walk. There was no escaping it however. "Should we not find your chaperon?" Surely she had been under the watchful eye of a school matron of something of the like? It would be bad if they just took her back to the school, no? He wasn't about to outright argue with Mrs. Potts, but was trying to make it easier on everyone else if they passed the torch to the right people.