Ambrose watched at the girls went up stairs. Once they were gone he went over to the kitchen and dished up the food. He felt so bad for Allison. He wished that he could do something to get her away from Eterna. He could offer money, but she enough of that. He refused a slave swap, the very idea made his skin crawl.
Putting the plates on the table he opened a bottle of wine. While he was not use to serving it to younger people, they all needed the comfort of the drink. He poured three glasses and sat them down. He pointedly did not listen in on there conversation up stairs, but he had heard Buffy saying it was not an act. He shook his head. Buffy had had to learn the hard way that Ambrose was not a monster, so he supposed Buffy was just trying to help Allison.
He heard the girls come back down a little while later. "Better hurry before thee food gets cold. Buffy can attest to me breaking my own microwave."