A bright grin blossoms on Henry's face, though really, he didn't have any doubt. He loves his mom, and he knows she thinks the world of him. Once she really started letting him in, they've been close ever since.

"Really? It's cool to meet you, too!" He points at the dessert table.

"I made the cake for her. Kind of...lopsided, but hopefully it tastes good. I'm trying to cook and stuff more, especially when my moms are working." He looks at him curiously. "What do you do here, in Darrow?"