Alfred glanced at the ceiling and tried to remember exactly which date today was. He needn't have bothered; he could have trusted her math to be correct, because Zelda was usually correct about these kinds of things. "Ten days, yeah," he said after a moment. "Sorry, I hadn't counted." There hadn't been much point when he still hadn't been sure exactly which day they'd be back in London. At least he'd gotten back early — if he'd kept on track with the last letter he'd sent Zelda the turn-around would have only been a day or two.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER