"I will confess to knowing very little about working in an office." He's been in the BBD section in the sheriff's office, although he's never lingered for too long, and it's more of a crime lab than a building of cubicles with office drones slaving away doing honest work to pass the time.

"But there are merits to working with your hands. Making things of your own that you can enjoy, the fruits of your own tangible labour." That is maybe a little old-fashioned. But Doc won't ever be new-fashioned.

He preps the baking tray and the oven while Malcolm kneads, laying everything they need out.

"You won't want it too flat before you start cutting," Doc advises, unable to help the occasional supervising dad comment from slipping out, but for the most part he does leave Malcolm be to manage on his own. He must be tired of everyone trying to help him all the time.