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There is an Alfred sat at the bar.

He's enjoying a full English breakfast.

[OOC: Hey, I'm back! Here, have a post-canon Alfred]

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Jay's a Bat. He's use to translating non-verbal commentary. "Call it a rescue. The previous owner didn't have the means to repair it so I bought it off him."

Alfred smiles, "No time like the present, is there?"

Jay can't help but smile. It's something Alfred might say. "That's it. There are an awful lot of beautiful bikes littered around the smaller villages in Cambodia. All in as rough shape as this. The communities need new bikes. And myself and another mechanic here are always looking for projects."

Alfred finishes a last bit of his breakfast before pushing the plate away, whereupon it vanishes into the bar.

"Sounds like a worthy project, care for an assistant?" Alfred says, getting up.

"I'd never turn down an extra set of hands. If you don't mind helping me grab the other one from just outside the door and dragging them down to the workshop?"

He props open his door to wheel in a 40s BSA in not much better condition. "Are you a rider, yourself?" He almost adds sir out of respectful habit. Squire seems to have rubbed off on him.

Of course there's another one. He grabs the Norton and starts manoeuvring it towards the garage/workshop.

"I used to, in my youth. It was, necessary, at times." He's more aware of his mortality these days. Not that the bat-bike wasn't fun to work on, but he was quite happy to let Bruce test it.

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Jay leans them down in the lift, wheeling the bikes to his workshop. Three other similar bikes are lined up, along with a handful of brand new Honda CT110.

He gestures Alfred to park the bike anywhere. "Thanks for that. I prefer British bikes, myself."

One wonders where he got that preference from...

"Any particular reason for that?"

It's an open question, even if Alfred is slightly biased in the answer he'd give to it.

"Imperialism." Jay answers with a smirk. "The British Empire covered enough of the world at one time or another that it's easier to get parts for a British bike than it is an American or Italian bike."

He shrugs. "And the man who taught me how to look after bikes was British."

That's the sort of pragmatic answer Alfred would expect from Bruce. Which makes Alfred give Jay a more careful second look over.

"Work with what you know, if you can."

Jay moves like Bruce. He'd never admit it but it's there as he sets drip trays under the bikes, examining the damage and neglect of them.

"Doesn't hurt to know as much as possible but yeah. I like the feeling of British bikes. They remind me of him."

"Well obviously, keep learning." Alfred would never advise against learning more.

Which, regarding Jay, leads to Alfred asking, "Have you not kept in contact with him?"

Jay keeps his face turned away from Alfred, finding an excuse to examining a part. "I saw him briefly, Christmas before last. I don't... have a very good relationship with the family anymore."

Ah, family. Well, if the lad doesn't want to talk about it, Alfred won't press. Not now, not yet. But it was 'the family', not 'my family', a turn of phrase Alfred notes as interesting.

Alfred turns to examine the Norton and see what can be done for it.

[ooc: fade there? Or do you want to keep going?]

{ooc: fade there works. I hope they get a chance to talk again, that was sweet. In a very Bat way.}

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