[She tries to not show the pity that his statement makes her feel by focusing on the messes instead, setting her cake down on the table.]

Well, I suppose that it is your birthday. I can just clean up a bit.

[The princess raises her arms over her head and the messes leap to life in a scene not unlike the one in the Sword and the Stone, dishes washing themselves, clothing walking its way to the laundry room and all.]

I will teach you how to do it properly another time. Shall we have a piece?