"Certainly." He started making the coffee first, then went about the making of cakes. It wasn't the first time Alfred had an audience while going about baking. Dick had used to like watching him and would come right in the kitchen to talk to him rather than take meals in the dining area. Rather than him sitting on the counter, the breakfast bar had been installed. Now Dick took a same seat at this bar while Alfred started gathering ingredients on the island and mixing bowls and utensils he would need with impeccable soldier orderliness. (Another advantage to the addition of the bar had been keeping Dick out of his way and doing homework while he tried to prepare their meals.)
"Network crisis? That's... well, interesting timing. When did that start?"
Dick didn't have the sense to look sheepish. "Well, you were in luck. I brought over some laundry and had to do some tweaking on the bike. I need to let everything cool before I burn myself again, so your arrival was fortuitous." He looked at a bright red bar on his forearm pointedly. Careless, that.
He accepted his coffee with happy gratitude. Alfred had instilled some manners into him after all. "So... You want to know what we know, or at least what everyone has told me to tell you, right?" Hey, he gave credit where credit was due.