Simon scoffed at Henry's outburst, "It's not that huge." He insisted as he bounced a one-year-old on his hip. "I think we should have the canapés. Don't you think we deserve the canapés?" He turned his attention to the baby, pointing a finger at her chest. "Lydia wants the canapés, doesn't she?" She giggled at his baby-voice and Simon turned back to his fiancé, grinning. "My hands are tied." He shrugged, giving him a quick kiss on his way past, picking up the keys he had just dropped and placing them in the appropriate dish. "How was your day?"
Henry laughed defiantly at Simon's tricks. Using their daughter against him was a foolproof plan at all times. "Of course," he exhaled, accepting that they would be having the huge cake and the canapés, as Simon gave him a welcoming kiss. "Of course ma petite poutine should have canapés," he said, in less than perfect French, as he flung his tie onto the back of a chair and leant down to kiss his daughter's head. Canada's greatest export. "Well, we won, and again it only cost me my morals," Henry shrugged. The world of corporate law seemed adamant to test him these days, but there was that cake that needed paying for. "Everything been okay here?"