"Toast?" Will checked the time on his phone. It was starting to get a bit close to the wire. He entered the address in to Maps to see how far he would have to sprint to get there, or if he could call an uber on time.
The kitchen was cosy, and he liked how homely it felt. He had a lot of good smells. There was a tea towel laid over a cooling rack, under which lay half a batch of buttermilk scones, the rest having been consumed the previous night. "Ooohh what are theeeeese?"