He smiles - more like grins - in Jessica's direction at the not-even-a-joke. Look at them, being a unit. It fills his heart so full he thinks it might burst. Then he turns to Kamala, gaze and voice both soft as he places the little catbird back in her lap and sets his tea down so he can get up first.

"Come on," he urges, holding out a hand for her. "I'll give you a lift, birthday princess."