Okay, good. I'll try not to mother hen you to death about things. I really just want you to be happy, Padfoot. You haven't been happy in a long time it seems.
You can make the cake. Your cakes are the best of cakes.
Oh, well. You've got to tell him, Pads. It's Moony. He might be confused, but he'll understand. I always thought the two of you