"I saw food, I thought dessert," said House. "And I was hungry. I'm..." He glanced down at the floor, taking note of the bag of which Wilson spoke. "Whoa. Okay. Who are you, and where is the real Wilson?" House tried hard not to look too freaked out, because obviously Wilson had put a lot of thought into this, and a lot of planning. But House couldn't really even look at him at the moment. He didn't know what he was supposed to do with any of the stuff in the bag - he could guess, he was a genius, but having a guess and actually committing the act were two entirely different things.

"What..." He shook his head, then tossed his cane to the side to hobble over to the bed. "Wilson, this is...I...you know I've never done anything like that, right? Like...if this is what you want to do, you're going to have to literally show me." House hated to admit that his knowledge in any area was limited, but this wasn't just any area. "What was in the bathroom?"