Garret made faces at the back of Daphne's face, cursing his idiotic impulses. He really should have remembered that she was crazy in love with him, he should have known that baking her a cake would give her the wrong idea. But nooooo, as usual, he never thought things through, did he?

"Outside?" if he knew Cela at all, she was probably outdoors rolling about in the muck or sniffing leaves.