It's Edward's day off, thank god. He's tired from dealing with the duchy back home, and the office is technically closed, although he's always ready to help out a resident if it's needed.
He's wandering around the apartment in his house slippers, chewing on an apple as he reads a book. Yes, he is actively wandering the house while reading and eating instead of planting his ass on a couch or something. He has a tendency to do that.
He's passing the door as there's a knock on it. He pauses, eyeing it, then finishes chewing and swallowing before answering it. "Oh, hi, Al," he greets, taking another bite of apple. "Which one are you?"