"Tell that to a two year old," Draco said. "She was excited to help bake for you. She's just come to understand how exciting a birthday is, and wants to make certain you're excited as well." He had left the gift in Alyssa's room, knowing his daughter would bring it down later, when she felt the time was right. Or when she could wait no longer.
He stacked the dishes, taking them to the sink rather than sending them via magic. "You deserve a fuss, Pansy."