Steve takes in the destruction of his kitchen, eyeing the hand mixer with disdain as he cleans up the cake batter from the floor, the counter, his clothes, and even the ceiling.

He's so engrossed in his stare down with the hated appliance that he doesn't see Danny advancing on him until he's backed up against the wall, Danny right in front of him, and the glare turns into an expression of worry as he asks, "I'm not much of a baker, but do you think like it anyway?"

Pulling him down by the shoulders, Danny looks at him with a smile on his face and says, "Of course Grace will like her birthday cake, it was made by her Uncle Steve, after all."