Alfred was just waiting for the wedding to pass before he wrote to Brannon Fisk and asked for a time to meet with him, so he ought to have been on his best behavior in the meantime. Getting caught now would really derail things, and they were so close to being done with this. That said, it wasn't as though he could ever say no to Zelda, and it solved the problem of how to deliver his gift for her fairly handily. He'd bought a new coat recently (primarily for Brannon Fisk's sake, because he couldn't have anything that looked worn when he went to see him about Zelda and his old coat was salt-stained and battered by months of wind) and was wearing it today, in the hopes that it might help him go unrecognized if he had any close calls with miscellaneous Fisks. He'd pushed a hat down low over his curls, for the same purpose, though they were still making a show of themselves popping out just below his ears and all along his neck.

"'Course it wasn't," he greeted with a cheeky smile as he approached the dock. "I'm an explorer, remember." He stopped for a minute to take in the sight of her: her hair all done up and blue earrings framing her face, the dress which was so much fancier than anything she typically wore, the long gloves. "You look beautiful," he said sincerely, as he moved to take both of her hands in his.