There's a knock at the door; Francis answers. "Hello, my dear! Come in, come in. You said you had something for me?"
Alfred holds up a somewhat poorly wrapped package and grin. "I studied with Mr. Kirkland for a while to make it for you!"
"Oh, dear, you shouldn't have!" Planning to teach the boy how to properly wrap a gift, he carefully opens it. After glancing inside, he hesitates. "Oh, dear… You shouldn't have…"
Alfie smiles even wider. "Thank you! I was going to do something else, but Mr. England said you'd love this."
"Mm.. Did he now?" He holds up the hand knitted sweater to get a better look at it. It's covered in little crocheted eggs.
"Yup!" Alfred points to a few. "This one's sunny-side up, and this one's scrambled, and this one's still in the shell, and this one's an omelet, and-" He stops and puts on his best puppy dog eyes. "Can you try it on? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
He's in a stunned silence, already thinking about how to get back at Arthur. "Umm. Sure?"