"Undervalued" is an overstatement when referring to Falwinter's work around the bakery. Every single one of Percival's products are hand-decorated and garnished by him and, yet, the only thanks he gets is a half-baked "well done" and a potentially hollow promise to live another day. Living in constant dread, Falwinter is unstable in more ways than one. His communication skills have been reduced to almost instantaneous meltdowns while his body threatens to self destruct due to all the heinous modifications added by his boss. Not a day goes by where he doesn't miss his old life with his loving husband and his well-paying and highly respectable job. And, now, he'd lost it all because he investigated the wrong damn bakery.