Just cut out the temp, glue in the new crown and Bob's your uncle!
Just a quick visit. A little talk about the nice day. No novocain. Instructions telling me to not eat anything sticky for a day or so and I was on my way. That's how I like it.
I think when I finally grow up - like reach my 90s or so - I may get over my basic fear of going to the dentist. It is a perfect example of why it is so often that I put off things. It just is not comfortable.
As for right now, I couldn't be happier with my nifty new tooth.