He hasn't even checked the time. And even if he had, he wasn't sure about when the sun rose to even guess at how long Undertaker have been up. Long enough, he supposed, to get a lot of work done and to have that scent flowing all around the house.

"It won't spoil my breakfast?" He couldn't help but ask, a laugh in his voice, before scooping the icing off the tip with his finger and giving it a taste. "Mmm, it's really good."