Zelda tucked in besides Alfred on the blanket, and curled in towards his chest; they so rarely got time alone together that it seemed a waste if she was not touching him nearly the whole time. She made a 'hmm' sound in her throat before she answered. "Three thirty, I think," she said, after the moment of thought. Xena would be home from her party by then, and certainly asleep - and it would be well before anyone would wake up and catch her in the fireplace.

"Is that alright? I wish I could spend all night, too,"  she admitted. She held the thermos in both hands and took a sip, smiling at him over the bottle.

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