"It's not like I don't want to talk about it," Alfred protested. "It's just not a particularly good story. Well," he clarified, "The first time I tried to court her, I accidentally interrupted some sort of Jewish holiday and the entire family was sat around the dinner table, including the Minister of Magic. So — that's a story," he said with a shrug. Not a particularly good story, as far as he was concerned; he was too close to the situation still to be able to find it funny, though he recognized from an objective point that it must have been at least a little funny, all of them sitting there around the massive table and watching him sputter away trying to convince Brannon Fisk that he was in love with Zelda.

"But — maybe that's a story for another day," he said with a half-smile. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Jo, but dissecting his whole lengthy history with Zelda was hardly what he'd invited her over to do. "You've got magic to practice," he pointed out, with a vague gesture at his slightly misshapen throw pillow.