Between the oven going off with its warning bleep for the burning food and Jim opening windows and the oven door, letting out mild curses and frustrated 'come on's all the while, he didn't even hear the front door opening, or Bones stepping in and making his way to the kitchen. Not until his voice came from the doorway, which ended up startling him a little.

Whirling around suddenly, he stared wide-eyed at Bones, holding the kitchen cloth in one hand and wearing an oven mitt on the other. A single strand of hair was standing up into a ridiculous and comical curl upwards into the air, which probably only made him look even sillier.

"You're early," he started by stating the obvious, because that needed clarifying. Of course. Holding his breath for a moment, he finally let it go with a groan, lifting up his hand wearing the mitt to cover his face. "...it was supposed to be a surprise."

'Supposed' being the keyword here.