Quin wasn't sure which mess to take care of first; the ones on the stove or his wife.

Wife first. "Dahlia," he turned toward her after he shut down everything on the stove top, leaving his wand on the counter nearby in case anything revolted. "You could not ruin my birthday even if you tried." He assured her, holding her face in his hands gently. These Potts women were always trying to do too much. He didn't need anything fancy for his birthday and he especially didn't need all of this. "I appreciate your effort, I really do, but you didn't need to go to such lengths." Quin was more than happy to come home and bake a little something or have their cook make something easy for dinner.

"I'm an old man," he teased her lightly. "I've had a lot of birthdays." Alright, he wasn't that old, and he understood her wanting to do something special since this was their first set of birthdays after the wedding, but he truly didn't need to be fussed over. He much preferred to do the fussing. Her own birthday was just ten short days away and he would certainly treat her to all of her favorites, but she'd only had half the amount of birthdays he'd had.