We really need to figure out what we call meals if we're going to be sticking to your father's schedule. Traditionally, one doesn't eat breakfast an hour before sunset.

[ The room is in more of an acceptable state by the time Alucard returns. The bed is made and the fancy robes hung up and displayed like the precious things they are rather than left aside like the unwanted weight that, in all honesty, they also are. His own clothes from the celebration are gone, presumably in his own room, but his nightclothes are folded on the chair. He's dressed in his hunting clothes, and that armour is set down on the dresser next to the crown.

He takes a seat at the table, drawing back the curtain to fill the room with what remains of the light. ]

Supper? Dinner?