Baking. Okay then. Not one of Neal's better skills, to be certain (hey, let him pick a lock or hotwire a car in record time and he was your guy) but he sort of felt guilty for not whipping up a cake for Lizzy since she had taken it upon herself to do just that for others - and it would be a nice surprise, provided the fucking thing didn't resemble a brick or something to level a desk with.
He sort of knew how Alex felt, what with being reluctant to get back out there and do things after losing the one you loved - it was his own damn fault that he'd let Emma go back then (the dark ages, practically) and partially a smidge August's fault too, but Neal hadn't felt like doing fuck all after that. So while he thought it was good she was trying new things, he hoped that she'd pace herself and not listen to all of the crap flying around this town. Arriving at her house, he knocked on the door, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt and waiting for her to answer.