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Alastor could very well tell Niffty that it was no big deal.
However it was incredibly, dare he say endearing, to watch her little legs skitter all throughout the lobby, equipped with a magnifying glass the size of her head and a classic Sherlock-Holmes-Type of hat upon her unruly hair.
Considering her hatred for bugs, arachnids and genuinely everything with an exoskeleton and more than four legs (if she was being generous), she very much behaved like one herself. Alastor watched with amusement as the little darling dove headfirst into every cupboard, feather duster in her other hand and gleaming with enthusiasm.
He would take a sip from his cup, if he had it.
“What’s got Niffty so worked up?” Vaggie joined him in the kitchen, cocking an eyebrow “She is even more… whatever it is. Did you do anything?”
“Oh Vagetha you wound me!” He placed his cane in front of him, fingers tapping against the mic. “I would never do such a thing. But if you insistent, my favorite cup broke and dear Niffty is heartbroken about it, trying to find the culprit at all costs.”
Vaggie looked at him with suspicion written all over her body, she shifted from one foot to the other. Nifty was still rummaging through one of the cupboards, only her legs poking from the drawers. She screeched as a bug scurried past her, quickly stabbing it with a knife. Alastor took a mental note to take that from her later.
“You see, my cup broke in the dishwasher, so her search is entirely pointless.”
“And you didn’t think about telling her that?”
“Well of course not, my dear!” He spun his cane in place. “She is having fun, don’t you see! It would be cruel even for me to interrupt her little game by telling her it broke by accident, ha-ha-ha!”
“Uh-huh…”
“Naturally so, I will let her play until she worked herself tired before telling her that one of her friends already apologized for breaking it.”
“That is…” Vaggie paused, weighing her opinion on a scale made of bones with silver bowls full of blood, “surprisingly nice of you.”
This time it was Alastors turn to lift an eyebrow. Of course he was not one to torment his friend, let alone a woman as darling as their little housekeeper but there was no need for Vaggie to know that. “Niffty is a curious case, you must keep her busy or she might cause trouble, which is much more work. But her little mind is very entertaining to indulge.” He answered instead.
Niffty finally jumped back out of the cupboard, another red cup in hand and one big eye almost leaking with tears. “Alastor sir, I can’t find out who broke your cup!” she wept as she sunk to the floor. “But I found another red cup, I could write on that one if you want!”
His ear leaned slightly forward, tips barely touching as he picked her up by the scruff of her dress, taking the hat off and placing it on the kitchen table. “Now, now, don’t cry, remember, you are never fully dressed without a smile!” Alastor perched Niffty on his shoulder, wiping the tears of her face and she forced a smile upon her face. "Besides! Miss Vagetha here already told me she broke my cup and apologized, it’s no big deal, really!”
“What!?” She yelled, single eye wide and perhaps a bit of fear in her voice, after all, no one really knew what NIffty was capable of when prompted to. Alastors eyes turned black, radio dials ticking like a clock counting Veggies last minutes, “I- I mean, Yes. It was an accident. How about the two of us go and get all of our friends new cups, Nifty? What do you say?”
Vaggie only exhaled as Alastor turned back to normal and Niffys darted between the two, silently asking Alastor for his input.
“Doesn’t that sound like a splendid idea!” He chimed in, putting Niffty back down. “You go with her to get a surprise for everyone ready while I will be busy with my broadcast.”
Nifty nodded, her smile turned genuine and she wiped the last of her tears from her cheeks. “Okay!”
Alastor bowed down to her, ruffling through her hair. “Good girl! It’s settled then, have fun you two!” and with that, vanished to the confines of his radio tower where his cup, perfectly fine, filled with a cup of Rosies special ‘tea’ stood. He snapped his fingers to heat the liquid back up and took a sip.
But Niffty didn’t need to know that.