And John used the extra fifty-five minutes productively. Though admittedly, he did spent some time questioning whether he should have just ordered from the bakery down the road, while a good portion of it was spent icing the cake and picking up the delivery from the door.

"No, you're good." He calls from the kitchen. Though the cake, sitting on the table amidst laboratory equipment, pales in comparison to what Mrs. Hudson can rustle up in an afternoon, his attempt turned out better than he was expecting. It's not completely flat.

"You can come in now, if you want."