Sebastian brought the tea shortly after they got home. It would have been impossible to make it that fast if he'd only started when the car had pulled up.

"Demon tea!" Alice cried. "When did you make it? How did you know when we'd be home?"

He smiled. "If I couldn't make a warm cup of tea for my master when he got home, then what kind of a butler would I be?"

"A normal one?" Alice offered, giggling.

Ciel took the tea cup Sebastian offered him with a sigh. "Alice, please stop that annoying sound."

"Oh, you mean the sound of enjoyment?" She tapped his head. "A kid should sound like that, you know."

"And you are not a child." Ciel countered. "You are eighteen, legally an adult."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." She accepted the cup of tea that Sebastian handed her. "In your time, I'd have a child by now."

Sebastian looked her up and down. "My apologies, Miss Alice, but I do not believe you would fit the role of a mother."

"And that is why I'm not." She sipped her tea, looking, for the moment, like a lady. "Oh, and the fact that I'm still in school." She turned to look directly at Ciel, almost spilling her tea in the process. "Oh, yeah! Ciel, tomorrow, you're starting school! Just like a normal boy!"

"Why would I do something like that?" He calmly sipped his tea, then sighed. "Stop looking at me like that."

Alice had gotten down on her knees and was looking up at Ciel with sad eyes. She raised her hands as if they were resting on an invisible ledge. "Please, Ciel. It will be fun."

Stop it! Ciel wanted to scream. She looked and sounded so much like Lizzie, it drove him crazy. He'd thought he was rid of her when he'd become a demon and Sebastian had told everyone he'd died.

"You need an education." Ciel was surprised to hear Alice sounding like a grown up. "How long has it been since you've had a lesson? 123 years?" Her hands were on her hips and she was leaning toward him.

He was actually a little scared of her. He tried to hide it by sipping his tea. "Alright." He finally conceded. "I'll attend school for a short while."

Alice shrugged. "I guess that's better than nothing." She gulped her tea and passed the cup back to Sebastian. "I'll go get our bags ready for tomorrow."

Ciel watched her walk out of the room and thought that she looked more grown up than a minute ago. "Sebastian."

"My lord?" Sebastian lowered himself onto one knee in front of his master.

"I've decided that I do want more information on Alice." When they'd met, he'd thought she was completely honest. Now, he knew she was hiding something.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, my lord."

Ciel opened his eyes and, for a moment, wasn't sure where he was. Light was streaming through the window beside his bed, lighting up the blue walls that surrounded him. He sat up, peeling away the cream sheets.

The room was similar to his old one back at the Phantomhive Manor, but the colours were different. Alice would say it didn't have the same spirit, if she'd known his old room.

The door opened and Ciel heard a trolley being pushed in. He knew it was Sebastian bringing his morning tea and the day's agenda. Sighing, he looked toward the door.

Alice was standing at the foot of his bed, pouring a cup of tea. "Good morning, Ciel." She said happily. "Did you sleep well?" She handed him the cup. "Sebastian made you some Earl Gray tea to wake you up. He has also prepared a near feast for breakfast."

"Why are you here?" Ciel grumbled.

She walked over to the closet and pulled out some clothes. "I knew that, if Bassy came to wake you up, you'd order him to dress you. You need the practice, so I came instead."

Ciel all but choked on his tea. Alice had used the same nickname for his butler as the annoying Grim Reaper, Grell Sutcliff. But she's never met him. He reminded himself. At least, not in the past two years.

She handed him a white shirt and tan dress pants. "I'll help you with the rest of your uniform after breakfast." She spun around to give him some privacy, her navy blue skirt whirling with the momentum.

Ciel pouted, then caught himself. He hadn't pouted since his parents had died when he was ten. He pulled on the pants, remembering what Alice had taught him yesterday.

The shirt was easier. It was similar to the ones he wore before, only the buttons were more elaborate. He had it on and buttoned quicker than he'd expected. Maybe because I've seen Sebastian do it for so long.

"I'm done." He mumbled.

Alice turned and smiled. "Pretty good." She leaned closer to his face. "But your buttons are mismatched." She undid the top one and lined it up with a hole further up. "Try it now."

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