Aw, thanks... [Winston quickly whistles, signalling Mycroft to crawl up his chest and onto his shoulders again. He takes the parcels in hand and sets them on the free real estate that's opened up on his lap.] And hey, you know that whole thing's just water under the bridge for me... it'd been a while since I had a "proper" birthday anyway. You guys caring enough to celebrate it in the first place meant a lot to me on its own... and you made up for what happened right after.

[He leans forward a little, resting an elbow on the table and holding his jaw in his palm.] ...I still don't know how you managed to whip up two extra cakes that fast...

[Speaking of cakes, though, he figures he should be ordering right about now. His pupils flit down to idly scan the menu for a moment despite already being fairly familiar with the options at this point, but since it's a special occasion today, it feels like he's looking at it from a new perspective- one less concerned with pure practicality of taste and price and more focused on treating himself to something he wouldn't have every day.]