His grin probably gave away that he was up to something. Along with his wagging tail.

"I need your opinion on something I've done." That seemed plausible enough since he would frequently brainstorm his ideas with Gaura. Or rather, prattle on about them to Gaura. However, as soon as Gaura's inside the house, he'll be able to smell the meal Henry prepared for him. He'd find the table already set for them, a glass of water at each place, and the braised short ribs at the center of the table.

"Happy birthday, my dear."