"I'm making lunch today," Harry informed his family. There was a collective groan, because everyone was familiar with Harry's bad cooking.
He set some knives to work slicing tomatoes and cutting the crusts off bread. Then he found turkey and butter, and cut apples into small pieces.
Soon, four places were set at the table. Once everyone was seated, Harry brought out the plates.
He have Ginny hers first. "For you, my love," Harry said with a flourish, before setting her turkey sandwich and sliced apples in front of her.
Then Harry gave James and Albus their plates: the same food as Ginny, but half-sandwiches and smaller apple pieces.
Finally, he sat down with his own plate. The family dug in.
After her first bite, Ginny looked at Harry in surprise.
"What?" Harry asked, immediately worried that he had done something wrong. That did tend to happen when he cooked.
"It's surprisingly good," Ginny answered once she'd swallowed. "I'm impressed."
"Yum, Daddy," Albus agreed.
James said, "This is the goodest."
"Best," Ginny corrected gently.
"Best," James repeated. "Daddy, this is the bestest."
"Thank you," Harry told his family, smiling around at them all. He took a massive bite of his own sandwich. "Mm!"
Once everyone had finished, Ginny stood to help Harry with the dishes. Harry, though, waved her away.
"Go rest," he said, lightly kissing her cheek. "I can take care of it."
"Wingardium leviosa," Harry then murmured, raising the plates off the table. He carried them magically into the kitchen, where they washed themselves. He just stood there and supervised.
Once everything was done, Harry left the kitchen and joined his family. Ginny was reading to Albus, and James was waving around a rubber chicken that had come from a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes fake wand.
Harry smiled, walking over to sit beside Albus and Ginny. He had a perfect little family.