Rain wasn’t something that Hakuba generally worried about; he was used to dealing with it in just about any situation because of the way that London just was, due to various environmental factors, and the fact that it was raining actually made him a touch more comfortable in otherwise stressful situations. In this instance, it was being invited to dinner by one Kudo Yukiko. That, in and of itself, would have been a stress that he would have been grateful for, despite the high calibre of the hostess and his particular affection and admiration for the entire family, but it was rather the current occupants of the Kudo household that he was unsure of.
That was to say, he wasn’t looking forward to spending more time with Kudo-san’s other visitors.
But, Hakuba Saguru also wasn’t one to turn down such gracious invitations, particularly with people that he absolutely did not want to burn possible bridges with, so he had accepted and made plans accordingly to follow through -- and with flourish.
After a brief (and frantic) discussion with his governess, Hakuba had decided to bring an offering of baked goods in lieu of the traditional bottle of wine, though he snuck a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon out to his car anyway, just in case. This was only after, of course, he’d spent the entire afternoon with Baaya baking cupcakes, all three dozen carefully placed in three white boxes, using plastic lattice-work separators to ensure that none of the home-made frosting or delicate sugar roses touched.
Once everything was loaded into the car, Hakuba realized that it might seem peculiar that he had spent all afternoon baking, and looked to Baaya in despair.
“Oh, Young Master. No one can say anything poor about such decadent desserts.” She smiled, and patted him twice on the head for good measure.
Finding that this was, in fact, true, he thanked her for her assurance and checked the time once more before leaving. Taking the rain into account, it would take him approximately 37 minutes to get to the Kudo home, which would put him at their front door with a couple of minutes to spare. This, he thought, would be useful if he decided to bring the wine in anyway, which he would think about on the drive over, as he would have to make two trips to ensure that everything made it inside in the most presentable fashion.
Top up, the sporty convertible made excellent time indeed on the wet roads, hugging the turns and gripping the road with the most wonderful traction. Speeding through the slicks calmed the young detective considerably, and by the time he made it to the house, he was feeling quite confident and pleased. He pulled up to the front, parked his lovely red car, and managed to finagle the wine, the boxes of cupcakes, AND his umbrella, and found himself knocking with his charming smile in place, all accounted for.
His suit hadn’t even gotten wet due to his perfectionistic efforts.