Alfons couldn't help a soft laugh of his own, feeling a little at his ease. While it hurt, knowing that there was no one in the Institute he could joke around like that with, it still made him feel better by corollary. It was always a nice thing, knowing that others could take care of each other.

So he removed his hand from Elena's own, letting her work on her toast as he thoughtfully chewed on his pancakes, thinking about what they'd said for awhile before he spoke. "In that case, all I can do is talk to him later and try to get things settled. ...settled again, if all of this is true." A bit of a sigh at this; it was so weird, not remembering what had happened or any progress that he might have made. Weird, and more than a little unsettling; what could have happened to make him blank out like that?

And as for that last part? It made Alfons sheepishly duck his head: again, the consensus seemed to be that it had been a really bad decision on his part, and especially considering how the other two had acted, the German took it to heart. Even though his slight smile made it hard to tell what he was thinking. "I promise not to try hugging demonic girls in the future? But I am glad that doing so helped you both, I really am. I-"

The sudden sound of a flute broke out in the cafeteria, and it made Alfons trail off, confusion evident in his blue eyes as he found the source of said music. "I, um... is it normal for there to be live performances here...?"

Landel's seemed to get more and more weird by the moment.