The influenza was only just beginning to die down, and Benjamin had been about to enjoy a quiet evening with one of his books, thank you very much. He was consequently in comfortable slippers and very irritated in advance when he sharply opened his front door to yet another patient. Or so he thought. His glare did not lessen when he saw John, although there came a frown on his brow when he noticed the smell. "Did you bake scones?"