Alfred was a little reluctant for her to leave again, but he didn't have anything to keep her in the kitchen, so he only nodded. "Thanks," he called as she left, and took care not to look at Miss Urquart afterwards, but to turn his attention back to the fish. He was ready to fry them, now, which would be loud enough to make conversation impossible for a few moments, which was probably for the best. He didn't really have much he wanted to say to this perfect stranger in his kitchen, anyway, and it would probably be better for all of them to get a little more space between Jo's departure and trying to carry on normal, superficial conversations.

The food cooked quickly, though he did have to revisit some of Jo's mismatched cuts to slice things into slightly smaller portions before he left the vegetables to their own devices. It wasn't a wealth of food for three people, but it was enough, which was a bit of good luck since he'd only planned to feed two with this meal. He'd never really been good at portions, though — if he was eating with others, someone else was almost always cooking.

"Hope it's alright," he said as he plated things up. "Do you want to sit at the table, or —? It might be warmer in the other room," he pointed out. Particularly since Zelda had just gone to see to the fire.