Memory: Sweets (7 years previous to story)

Alfred and the team left a lot. Being under 18, Matthew simply didn't go with them, it was easier to keep him safe at HQ. When they came back most of the chew-able food was gone and the poor plastic remains of spoons and forks were everywhere the youngest blonde was.

So, Alfred took to bringing him home sweets for the ever teething puppy they called a tactics expert. Yao and Ivan barely raised a brow though the team leader did made a grumble or two about spoiling the teen too much might rotten him.

And over one particularly long case that Matthew seemed hyper whenever they were talking, made Alfred ponder the wide team leader's words and so he bought slightly different treats for Matthew this time.

Matthew looked rather upset, "Sugar-free gum?"

"So you don't get cavities."

"Al, I all but IV soda and the lollipops have sugar."

"Maybe I don't want you to get too sweet?"

"I'm not melting in the rain, am I?"

"You're welcome." Alfred grinned cheekily while the now seventeen year old pulled a rather soured face.

Memory End