"Oh, that's nice," Harry breathed, genuinely happy about that. He himself had a children's psychology exam coming up, which his coach seemed to pay no mind.<br/>As Harry kept pulling out one stick of butter after the other, amounting to nothing short of 5 pounds of unsalted butter, Harry glanced over at Draco. "D'you have any interest in baking a billion vanilla cupcake with me?" he offered with a crooked grin. "It's basically gonna be sweatshop conditions, because I'm on a very strict no-cupcake diet."