"I held onto the banister the entire way down, so I take no credit," Dora said, and as if to prove her point, she balanced her lithe frame precariously against the door frame. "I don't feel as if I'm going throw up on you anymore, if that's what you're asking." She rubbed her stomach gently and smiled up at him.
"I owe you a birthday cake." Not that she could cook worth anything, but she could beg her mum to make one for her or maybe have one made at Honeydukes. It was his birthday; she wasn't going to torture him by making him eat her cooking. "And... company. Or something. You're hiding out again."
Dora did her best to peer around him. "In your lair on your birthday. I'll bet it's dark in there."