Grell looked down a bit. "Sorry, Ciel..." Alice nodded in agreement.
"I guess it's fine, guys." He shrugged, putting on an obviously fake closed-mouth smile.
"Nu-uh. Is it really fine? No 'You guess,'" she growled.
"No, really, it is." Ciel waved, walking back into the house. He jumped at the sound of the oven timer.
"Chicken's done!" Alice raced inside, grabbing the pan. "Hothothothot!" She put it on the table. "Two for each," she said when everyone walked in.