Alfred did steer her towards the actual seating element of the kitchen, and Maria even stayed there, at least until Alfred head left and she was free to get a closer look at the range. She really did wonder what he used to get everything this shiny, and without the harsh chemical smells that industrial cleaners left behind in industrial kitchens. She also wondered if his stand mixer had the pasta maker attachment, or if he was proper enough to do it all by hand.
The energy that preceded Dick's entrance at least gave her enough time to get back to where she was supposed to be, and then he bounded into the room, grease in places she didn't know it was possible to get grease, and damnit if it was absolutely impossible not to smile back at him, when he was casual and full of energy. "I would like to take this moment to point out that this is a proper way of entering a place someone is known to frequent," she had to inform him with an arch of her eyebrow, almost playful.
Coffee sounded wonderful, and not just because she'd spent the last week sorting out why all the networks at SHIELD had gone screwy. "The usual works," she said. Alfred's bundt cakes were to die for. And not in the least because she was fairly sure alcohol was involved at some stage in the process.
She sobered at his casual question, and nodded as she drifted over. "Yeah, I'm clean. Regular sweeps, and the one good thing that network crisis did was kill everything, known and unknown.
"You're not usually one to drop in," she added, staring at him pointedly.