"Only Marcus plays quidditch," Higgs assured with a small nod, opting not to comment on what Gladys' biscuits tasted like. He could definitely claim he enjoyed her cakes, even if it was because of nostalgia rather than any baking talents. The biscuits sadly couldn't even make that claim, the burnt edges usually masking over any feeling of nostalgia. "And I'm sure they'll be delighted at having cake," Higgs said with more confidence. Gladys' cakes looked amazing, and didn't people say you mostly ate with your eyes anyway?
Higgs was sure he couldn't make any woman happy, but this was not a fact that bothered him greatly. Mostly, he was bothered by the fact that he couldn't make the one woman he wanted happy. Still, Higgs was sure that Alicia could be happy, happier without him. He did like to think that he at least made his friends and family happy. Higgs trusted them to tell him if he didn't. As far as another romantic partner went, though, that point Higgs wasn't all that convinced about, instead giving a small frown, more at himself than Gladys. "I'm not sure I can see that future," he admitted quietly. Higgs had always believed that he'd given Alicia all of his heart, that there simply wasn't any more left to give. It was a sad state of affairs, sure, but nonetheless what Higgs believed.