With his confidence having steadily declined since the door was first opened to reveal Ari Fisk, coming inside was just about the last thing that Alfred wanted to do. It didn't seem he was going to be able to gracefully back out at this point, however, judging by the way Fisk ushered him in. He'd just have to steel himself and get on with it, Alfred told himself, and nerves be damned. No one ever died from nerves. There wasn't anything to be afraid of. And if the only actual Jewish person in the conversation thought it would be fine for him to come inside, even during Passover (whatever it was), then Alfred had to believe that it would be fine.

After a walk down a short hallway and into a room absolutely full of Fisks, however, Alfred realized it was definitely not fine. Merlin, this was a lot of people. Zelda had told him her family was expansive, but he hadn't exactly realized what ten siblings and a handful of spouses would actually look like together in a room.

Alfred froze in the doorway and wondered if it might not be better to just disapparate on the spot and leave Ari Fisk to supply whatever explanation he liked.