"Well, stranger things have happened than a version of me who can cook," Dinah said with a twinkle in her eye. "And I just might take you up on that offer. Who doesn't love a good TV dinner, right?"
She filled Oliver's glass and then took a sip of her own.
Before she could say much, there was a slight clearing of the throat and Dinah looked up to see Alfred enter the room with serving dishes that contained a heavenly smelling dinner.
"It smells great, Alfred," she said with a smile. "Sure you don't want to join us?"
Alfred shook his head politely.
"No thank you, Miss Dinah." He nodded to Oliver with a polite smile. "Nice to see you, Mr. Queen."
He turned back with the slightest of raised eyebrows to Dinah, but then just as quickly he exited the room. That was probably about as much question as she might get from Alfred.
"He knew the other version of you," she told Oliver, just in case the polite greeting hadn't communicated that well enough.
She wondered just how much about her history with Oliver that this particular Alfred knew, or if he was just showing a bit of curiosity over the fact that this was her second dinner guest in as many weeks and both had been male.
It wasn't that she meant anything by it, but she supposed it might be enough to catch the curiosity of a slightly overprotective British butler.