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Alyekzander was quiet as he led Madeline to the kitchen. He really could not think of anything else to say to her, and was perfectly content not to speak anyway. He navigated the house with the ease of long practice so it did not take long for them to arrive. A few pairs of eyes rose at the interruption of people entering the kitchen, but almost everyone immediately turned back to their work. The head chef lasted longest, looking to Alyekzander as if determining whether he should remind him of his kitchen eviction. The cold look and slight frown he received from Alyekzander in response apparently helped him decide it simply was not worth it. Alyekzander gave the kitchen a piercing scan; any one found slacking off would be serving Madeline hand and foot until he was satisfied. Chopping onions at a snail's pace, mopping the same spill interminably; such transgressions deserved immediate retribution. Pleased to see that all were genuinely busy, he had to admit the bustle and hoopla of having these girls here had at least one good effect. "What would you like?" He asks as he finally turns his gaze back to Madeline.

Alyekzander waited patiently and silently while Madeline composed herself. Far be it from him to bring attention to her short lapse into depression. He lifts a brow at her choice. "Macaroni and cheese? That is all?" Well, macaroni and cheese it would be. Weaving into the bustle of human bodies with little effort, Alyekzander began pulling out ingredients. If Madeline wanted a traditional, home style macaroni and cheese she would have to reign in his impulses. For Alyekzander was already sending off the errand boy for the prosciutto. Alyekzander just did not do simple.

Alyekzander had wrapped all of his attention into his task and did not at first notice Madeline's distress. However one of the cooks, a kindly looking middle aged man with glasses, approached her. He crouched by Madeline and offered her a handkerchief. "Are you alright, Miss? Here, take this." It was not until Alyekzander heard the man speaking, odd words among the usual kitchen babble chaos, that he realized anything was amiss. The macaroni and cheese was close enough to done that Alyekzander roped one of the kitchen staff into completing it. He strode over to where Madeline sat, but found he could not address her. She was in tears, but looked to be unharmed. "What happened? Was she burned?" He asks of the man next to her, but the fellow just shakes his head with a clueless look. "Well find out, man." Alyekzander demanded, brows knitting together.

"It's alright, it's going to be okay." The man gently rubbed Madeline's back, trying to comfort her. Alyekzander watched this for a moment before he crouched in front of her. He took the handkerchief from her hand, gently lifted her chin and started to dry her tears. He kept an impassive expression on his face as he spoke in a low voice. "Home is wherever you can carve out territory of your own. I do not doubt that you can do this. You have already carved territory in my fragile peace of mind, after all."

It was not the most comforting thing to say, but what did Alyekzander know about comforting girls? What he knew about was conquering his expressions of weakness. It disquieted him to see this girl in tears. He could not really say why; he did not very much care that she wished to leave. He wished she could leave! But it bothered him on some level that she could be so public in her grief.

He turned to the fellow next to them. "You may return to duty. If you wish to do something for the young miss, feel free to fetch her meal from that staring idiot over there." He turned to those who had stopped out of concern. Or perhaps just to watch; Alyekzander was quite firmly of the opinion that the staff ate his family's weakness like candy and he could not help the deep frown that creased his features. "My father does not pay you to gawk at distressed young ladies." He spoke more icily than he intended.

Finally he looked back to Madeline. "This is not the end of you, Madeline. Come on, stand up. Are you not stronger than this?"

Alyekzander smirked at Madeline's annoyed tone. "But of course. Are you going to pick out things like a petulant toddler? I assure you I will oblige you with a satisfying amount of horror and indignity." Good, she would be alright for now. Hopefully that would last her until she could find some privacy to preserve her dignity.

Cecelia wandered the hallways, running the tips of her fingers along the walls. "This house sure is big..." She said to herself, not even trying to be quiet. She was keeping a low profile on her rebelious side for now, and hopefully none of her sisters blew her cover. She removed her hand from the wall, bringing both of her hands behind her back, as she drifted along, pausing every so often to look inside a room. What Cecelia really needed was to meet one of these "brothers", to plan out the best possible way to annoy them. First, though, was to be an angel, so her new father would not believe later on that she would be capable of the things she was planning to do. Ooo, she'll have oodles of fun!

Upon reaching a longer hallway, she heard bustling near-by, and peered in a room that looked to be the kitchen. Cecelia gawked in awe at all the chefs and waitors, and just all the helpers. Two of the persons in the room stood out, one Cecelia reconizing to be her little sister. She approached the two gracfully, stopping beside Madeline.

"Good Morning sis." She said, before setting her gaze upon the boy who was talking with her. "And you must be... hmm.. let me see.. Alyekzander? Am I right?" Cecelia smiled sweetly.

Alyekzander lofted a brow at Madeline's response, amused in spite of himself, but before he could goad her any further, two things happened in the space of a breath. One of Madeline's sisters entered and addressed them. And Maksim made a short cameo appearance in the more crowded by the minute kitchen. Choosing to ignore Maksim's entrance, he was already gone any way so there was little point to protesting his behavior, Alyekzander instead turned to Cecelia. "Yes, I am Alyekzander." Not surprisingly, he did not know which girl this was. Nor did he pretend to.