"I know and I doubt I'll have to. I can't really imagine why I would." Things that had happened in the past, things dealing with Voldemort wouldn't be lies but secrets that needed to be kept. "I... am not sure. Aunt Petunia wouldn't give me cake and after Hogwarts- We never really worried about what cake to get." As long as there was firewhiskey, they were happy. "What cake do you like? Maybe we can make the one you like. I'm sure I'll love it."
He wished that she had a much longer one, though. "Right, minus the war and Dark wizard wanting you dead." Harry shrugged. "It's over now and he's dead. I didn't say it to make you feel bad but to explain while he certainly deserved what he got."
He chuckled. "You're a lot more adventurous than I am. I mean it's not like there's a lot of sushi in the wizarding world, so I never got used to it." He took her hands and squeezed them gently. "You did all you could and you didn't fail me; you died to save me. I know you would have been a great mother if you could have. I- when we go to lunch, you'll meet my kids. They- well apparently I was not a great father. Or even a good one. I hope that doesn't change ... us."