"House?! You're calling me at 8 in the morning? You're awake?" Cuddy asked in disbelief.
"Just calling to tell you I'll come late, my car's broken again, it will take ages before Wilson comes here, so expect me around 10 or 11."
House covered the receiver just before Wilson returned to the bedroom and asked: "What are you doing?"
"Negotiating us two more work-free hours. After all the night activities," House winked.
"But why?"
"You will take 7 minutes to dry-blow you hair, then you'll make pancakes, 20 minutes, I know you'll make them, don't protest, you'll have to pick a new hideous tie, 15 minutes, then you won't be able to resist seeing my whole sexy self and will kiss me, 10 minutes, 15 if you are extra horny, then we'll finally get to your car and go to the hospital."
Wilson opened his mouth and then closed it again.
"Yes, pancakes," House whispered to himself with a knowing grin.
Wilson wordlessly pointed at the phone, still in House's hand.
House uncovered it and they heard a very loud Cuddy: "House, get your ass here or I'll give you five more extra clinic hours! And don't make Wilson late!"
