Watts was still chopping apples, as it happened. Only now he'd moved on to painstakingly attempting to make nice, uniform slices to decorate the top of the cake with. It was going...

Well. It was entirely possible there would be an apple pie or two in this household's future, given how many pieces weren't quite making the cut, so to speak.

"Everything taken care of?" he asked, turning around to face Marc as he heard him enter the kitchen.