Homemade, not out of the box summed up everything House secretly liked about Wilson. His friend took the time to do everything the right way, the natural way, the best way. He worried about all the things House didn't care about - appearances, other people's opinions, whether food was healthy and whether it tasted real or manufactured on its way down his throat. And Wilson didn't care as much about things that mattered to House, like instant gratification, the need to sit around doing nothing, the ability to settle for less than the best for the sake of not having to work. Wilson was such a good friend, and such a good oncologist because he cared enough to go the extra mile. House, on the other hand, would have dumped some water into a package of Easy Mac and had it on the table in ten minutes. It would never occur to him to make a homemade meal. But then, no one had ever accused House of being a good friend.

"Fine, but hurry up, I haven't eaten since lunch and I'm starving." House set his cane aside and limped over closer to Wilson, coming up behind him. Leaning down slightly, he placed his lips next to his best friend's ear and said in a low seductive voice, "And I want to make sure there's time to have an oncologist for dessert."