That managed to get a smirk out of Jason. "Yeah, but it clashed with my shirt, so I put it away." He'd never wondered how Alfred got the basket into the house; to his knowledge, Alfred didn't have a key, and Jason invariably locked his doors, and there was a chain. The door was still locked and apparently untouched, but it was Alfred. Alfred made dust turn tail and run. Alfred made chocolate cake out of flour and water. Alfred could heal a broken bone by glaring at the injury until it mended itself. Getting through a locked door without unlocking it was hardly a challenge at all.
"Let's see." He pulled out a foil-wrapped pouch. "Lamb souvlaki, I think." A small tupperware container contained a salad, presumably the motherly part of Alfred that was constantly badgering his children to eat their vegetables. Jason divided the food onto plates and sat at the kitchen table.