He nods jerkily, regretting not simply insisting that she stay the night. If she had, he probably wouldn't have had so much to drink, and he very likely wouldn't be so hungover now.

"We were distracted, and I hate that I didn't mention it before, but today is Nathan's birthday," he says, leaning hard on the door frame. "I don't think he's ever had a party, and I want to try to put something together for him, but I can't bake to save my life. I was hoping you could help with a cake."

He pushes some warm eggs into her hands, quite literally farm fresh.