"I'll take you, someday," he said easily. It was easy to make plans like that when Zelda was concerned. It was easy to plan for the future when he could so readily picture spending their future together — just as soon as her family would agree to it, anyway. He wasn't sure he was making the best progress on that front just yet, given how frosty the majority of the Fisks had been to him, but they were still courting, and that was something. Unless they planned to murder him (which seemed unlikely; they weren't that degree of protective, he didn't think) there were really only two ways a courtship could end. They might have been holding out hope at the moment that they'd tire of each other and move on, but Alfred wasn't worried about that — which meant sooner or later they'd cave and let him marry her, and then they could do as they pleased forever. And until then, they could survive on a few stolen moments here and there and a carefully planned Christmas at sea.

"I brought blankets," he pointed out. "In case you were cold. I didn't really know what to expect, in terms of — well, whether you'd be dressed or not," he admitted. "So I thought I'd better plan for pyjamas, just in case. Oh, and there's cocoa, too. Want some?"