"Fifteen minutes." Alexander agreed. "Do you want them to drop the hamper back at your home on the way? I'm sure I've got enough food here to whip you up something..." He asked, stretching and regretfully getting up off his bed. He would have to make himself presentable for the boy's arrival. An intimate breakfast... probably in the kitchen itself, on the breakfast table there rather than going for something as formal as the dining room and it's wood-panelled walls and paintings. That would be far too fancy.
"Anything you'd like to specially request? I'm afraid I'm all out of Fruit Loops."