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Asked by Milly to accompany her to Kallen's house, Alistair found himself being with one of the people at school that he could not bring himself to like. During the car ride, Alistair had a desiring urge to strike up a conversation, albeit with Milly.

Alistair: What the hell do you need me for, exactly?
Milly: Company, mostly. Plus, you're the most trusting guy that I know of.
Alistair: Coming from the least trustworthy person in the entire school.
Milly: Are you really that pissed about the cat costume?
Alistair: Yes.
Milly: My God, do you ever not get pissed at me?
Alistair: You have made the worst first impressions with me. Let that sink in.
Milly: Honestly, could you control your feelings of rage towards me? Please?
Alistair: Oh, I tried. You pushed me too far.
Milly: Now I know not to wear outfits of that variety around you.
Alistair: More like never wear them.
Milly: Look, I'm sorry that I didn't figure out that you were the polar opposite of a pervert. Sub-zero polar, that is. I never meant to hurt your pride.
Alistair: Don't have any pride. It's been a rotting corpse for years. It's your pride that's on the line.
Milly: Now you're the most caring guy that I know.
Alistair: What is it that you think you can trust me with?
Milly: It's...about Kallen.
Alistair: (unamused) Uh-huh.
Milly: She's, uh...half-Japanese, half-Britannian.
Alistair: (surprised) Wait, really?
Milly: Yeah. I need her to sign her transcript.
Alistair: Well, now I have something about Kallen that I can appeal to. And respect.
Milly: Really? And I thought there was something about Kallen that you could appeal to, already.
Alistair: Well, other than being a redhead.
Milly: (excited) Ooooh.
Alistair: Shut up. Redheads are unique and deserve respect.
Milly: I'm not judging. It's the nicest thing you've said about Kallen.
Alistair: It's the only thing I've said about Kallen.

Milly and Alistair arrived at Kallens house and Milly knocked on the front door.

Alistair: This is just disappointing. There are normal trees here, that's a fact. So where are the sakura?
Milly: The what?
Alistair: Sakura? Cherry blossoms? Know your nature, Busty.
Milly: Why do you not like me of all people? I'm not that hard to get along with.
Alistair: Oh, really? You're a pervert to your own gender and you say that?
Milly: I was kidding around about that! Do you really have to take that so seriously? I said I was sorry!
Alistair: Then know if I'm going to be pissed about it or not before you say something absolutely stupid.
Milly: Done deal.

The front door opened. The person who opened the door was a woman whose hair was a brown that had a beige shade to it, with blue eyes that nearly matched Alistair's. This woman's charm appealed greatly to Alistair, as she seemed familiar to him as well.

Alistair: Hello, there. Uh, we're here to see Kallen. Is she around?
Woman: Mistress Kallen? You have visitors.

Just as the woman spoke, Kallen was moving downstairs. Kallen was surprised to see Milly and Alistair at her doorstep, but mostly Alistair.

Kallen: Madam President? Alistair?
Milly: I just dropped by to give you something.
Alistair: (with joyful tone, smiling) And I came along just to see the neighborhood. I'm mostly surprised at myself for joining this nonflatchested excuse for a girl.
Milly: You're being sarcastic aren't you?
Alistair: (maintaining joyful tone and smile) What makes you think that? My joyful tone, or my smile, even when I'm next to you?
Milly: Both.
Alistair: (ceases joyful tone and smile) Yeah, you know about sarcasm but you don't know what sakura are?
Kallen: Look, let's just get to my room and get this over with.
Alistair: Oh, hell no. I ain't going up there. That's your room and your privacy. I'll stay down here.
Kallen: Suit yourself. (realizes what Alistair just said) Oh, and that's really nice of you. Thanks.
Alistair: Any time. By the way, Kallen, why didn't you mention that your mom had the charm of a kitty cat?

As soon as Alistair and Milly set foot in the house, another woman appeared on the stairs. She was dressed formally and had blonde hair.

Blonde Woman: Oh. I heard you had a friend down here. I was sure it would be a boy, and, sure enough, my guess was right. Though your behavior is unfitting for such a crowd. Out all night and missing school. Not to mention all your visits to the ghetto.
Alistair: Who the hell are you, punk?
Kallen: That is my stepmother.
Mrs. Stadtfeld: Your friend there seems quite undisciplined. You should choose your friends more wisely.
Alistair: "I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine." Catch my drift, Miss Rich Dumbass?

Kallen's stepmother gave Alistair a harsh gaze. Alistair merely raised his eyebrow, questioning if the gaze was supposed to be effective. During this exchange a loud crashing noise rang throughout the house, causing Alistair to scream. Alistair turned around to notice that Kallen's mother had accidentally broken a flower vase.

Alistair: Oh, thank God. It was just a vase.
Mrs. Stadtfeld: What's wrong with you!?
Kallen's Mother: Forgive me.
Alistair: Leave the adorable woman out of this.
Mrs. Stadtfeld: Why should I? She's just an Eleven. And why do you care? Do you like older women? You're disgraceful. Especially for caring about a woman who sells her own body.
Alistair: (smiling confidently after chuckling) Your speech skill against my speech skill, huh? Sure, I'm game. I can actually appreciate wiping the floor with a foreign, racist asshat such as yourself.
Milly: Alistair, what-?
Alistair: Milly, you deal with your business while I deal with mine. We'll be chatting in the dining room. (to Stadtfeld) Lead the way, Aryan.

As Kallen's stepmother led Alistair to a part of the house where they would have their "challenge of speech," Kallen led Milly to her room to speak in private. As they sat at the table in the middle of the room, Kallen restarted the conversation.

Kallen: You said you wanted to give me something?
Milly: Yeah. I thought it would be better to hand this to you off of school grounds.
Kallen: What is it, anyway?
Milly: (slides transcript towards Kallen) Your transcript from middle school.
Kallen: So, my secret's out? That I'm an Eleven and Britannian half-breed?
Milly: Not publically, no. Only me, my grandfather and Alistair know about this.
Kallen: Of course, you'd tell him.
Milly: He asked, I answered.
Kallen: Figures. As you heard from Alistair, that maid was my mother.
Milly: And your father's the head of the Stadtfeld family?
Kallen: (sighs) You don't even know how much of an idiot my mother really is. She marries into a rich family and winds up being a servant. She doesn't have any real skills, and she laughs off any ridicule like it's nothing. She didn't have to choose to stay in this house, you know? She's just clinging to some old lover who practically ditched her.
Milly: Kallen, you don't...hate your mother, do you?
Kallen: She depresses me, just being here.
Milly: I don't think Alistair would like this, one bit.
Kallen: What makes you say that?
Milly: He hates domestic abuse and polygamy. I heard from my grandfather that he refers to the Emperor's wives as his girlfriends. "He has 108 choices. Pick one, already!"
Kallen: Guess he doesn't know how things work around here.
Milly: Well, I think I can share a secret with you, as well.
Kallen: For God's sake, no more secrets.
Milly: This one's about Alistair.
Kallen: Let me guess, he murdered 2,000 people?
Milly: Justified killings, actually. Murder isn't on his reputation.
Kallen: (surprised) Oh, shit. What's the secret, then?
Milly: He's a direct descendant of the first President of the United States: George Washington.
Kallen: What, like the leader of his country?
Milly: Exactly. At first, Washington was the General of the Continental Army during the Revolutionary War, when Britannia tried to take over America the first time. America won, with the aid of the French. Nearly 200 years later, they take over, making America the testing ground for the Knightmare Frame.
Kallen: (concerned) Oh. Uh...
Milly: Also... When the Knightmares touched down on American soil, they killed his parents right in front of him. His mom was the first female Ranger in the U.S. Army, and his dad was a well-liked actor. When his parents died, the same...asshole pilots decided to test if their weapons could amputate with precision. Guess who they decided to use for such an experiment?
Kallen: God, please, no.
Milly: They took his left arm and right leg, then ditched him in a crater in the hottest desert in America.
Kallen: Wait a second! He's walking around, right now, like nothing happened! How the hell-?!
Milly: Prosthetics. Cybernetic ones, to be exact.
Kallen: He's... He's a cyborg?!
Milly: No. He only has the cybernetic prosthetics. He's not a full cyborg. If he was, he wouldn't be here.
Kallen: What does that mean?
Milly: Nothing. Don't worry about it.
Kallen: God. What has he done since then?
Milly: He was a courier for the Lucky 38 Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. Ask him for a picture of him with his signature duster. He looked so cool in it.
Kallen: A duster, huh? How much did it cost him?
Milly: It was custom-made, just for him. And before you ask: no, you can't get one. It's a tradition among couriers.
Kallen: So, what, it's like their uniform?
Milly: A reward, more or less. The duster just shows that they are not to be trifled with.
Kallen: Whoa. So, don't screw with the guys that deliver your mail?
Milly: Essentially.
Kallen: I never knew. Poor guy. Shit, he's with my stepmom, right now! She's probably tearing him a new one.
Milly: That is impossible. Many have tried.
Kallen: (sighs) I hope you're right. Is that it?
Milly: One more, for now.
Kallen: Oh, Jesus.
Milly: When he tried to find love, to ease his pain of being alone and without a family, he was rejected in the worst way possible. Every girl he had a crush on that he greeted...kicked him in the balls, then stomped on the same spot on his head, every time. All of them with high heels.
Kallen: (tearing up) Excuse me?
Milly: He tried to find a girl who could truly love him 17 times, and his attempts ended the same way: with him lying in a pool of his own blood.
Kallen: What in the shitting hell is going on in his country?
Milly: Don't worry. They don't act like that, now.
Kallen: Good. (wipes eyes) What the hell kind of life has he been through, all these years?
Milly: A life no one should experience. Ever. It's a life that no one could live with.
Kallen: How is he even alive? Two of his limbs were shot off by Knightmares! He was 6 years old!
Milly: Not even he knows how he survived.
Kallen: Now, I feel bad for judging him. (thinking) That explains the literal trail of broken hearts. Denied love? How come he doesn't have a girlfriend, now? (out loud) Milly, do you think you can be Alistair's girlfriend?
Milly: Considering our current standing, that is not a possibility.
Kallen: Damn.

Meanwhile, in a room in the Stadtfeld house that had not been used, Alistair and Kallen's stepmother entered. Alistair sat in a chair while the evil stepmother remained standing.

Alistair: What? You don't like to sit down when you have a chat?
Mrs. Stadtfeld: Being in this room with you is wasting my time.
Alistair: Really? 'Cause, you seem to have plenty of free time on your hands. I doubt you even have a job.
Mrs. Stadtfeld: Clever, aren't you? Shall we get this over with?
Alistair: So, riddle me this: why in the hell are you treating Kallen's mom like crap? I mean, have you seen that woman? She's like a kitty cat!
Mrs. Stadtfeld: She may be part of my family, but she chose this life. She chose to serve the upper class.
Alistair: What upper class? Besides, she's, what, your sister-in-law? Why not treat her like family instead of treating her like a damn slave? 'Cause, you know, slavery doesn't exist.
Mrs. Stadtfeld: As I said, she chose this life.
Alistair: You know, you should respect your family.
Mrs. Stadtfeld: I don't see your point.
Alistair: My point is that your acting like an asshole.
Mrs. Stadtfeld: Excuse me!?
Alistair: You have no respect for the Japanese. You're just a rich douchebag that enjoys the anarchic life of the aristocracy that the Emperor of Ego has given you. Supporting terrorism isn't really good for your reputation. Think about it. The Tokyo Mavericks do a better job of defending all civilians than the anarchic militia.
Mrs. Stadtfeld: This conversation is over, young man. I suggest you leave immediately, or I will call the police.

Kallen's stepmother turned around to leave the room. Alistair thought of an idea and stood up.

Alistair: Before I go, I should let you know that I took a leak on your front lawn.

This caused her to turn around in anger. Before she could utter a word Alistair activated his Geass upon eye contact. With his Geass activated, Alistair made the entirety of their conversation successful and persuaded her into acting like a normal person. With his persuasion complete, Alistair deactivated his Geass.

Alistair: So, everything will go peachy keen with your sister-in-law?
Mrs. Stadtfeld: Yes. I'll treat her better from now on. Also, you made me question that upper class remark as well.
Alistair: I know! What even is an "upper class" anyway?
Mrs. Stadtfeld: Kind of sounds like something that was made up. And I really have no idea why I was so racist earlier.
Alistair: Just resolve that, okay?

Alistair and Kallen's stepmother walked out of the dining room just in time to find Milly about to leave.

Milly: So, how'd your "debate," or whatever, go?
Alistair: I won.
Milly: (shocked) You-? You won? Against her?
Alistair: Yep. Let's just say that this family will be a bit more peaceful.

With their businesses finished, Milly and Alistair exited the Stadtfeld household. The car that brought them to the household was waiting at the gate.

Milly: Well, since everything went okay, let's head back to school.
Alistair: Screw that. I am not getting in that car with you, again.
Milly: What, do you expect to just walk back?
Alistair: Yes. That's much better than being in a car with your annoying ass.
Milly: Suit yourself. Wait, you have rollerblades. Of course you're going to be faster.
Alistair: Damn right. (walks three steps away from Milly, then stops) They say that any person who can think for themselves is worthy of leading their own life. What of Kallen's mom? Will she seek revolution for the good of all? Or chaos, to bring suffering to all? Only time will tell. (begins walking again) Aristocracy, an anarchic monarchy, desires for world domination and terrorism. Quoth the raven...nevermore.