"I wanted to," Lancelot insists, and shrugs slightly as he cuts himself a piece of cake to test. "You're my friend, Faolan, and I like doing things for my friends."

Although he supposes it has been rather a... sudden burst of things. Still, Faolan has been away awhile. Lancelot has missed the man, despite all his griping and grumbling and doubts about it. So what's wrong with a nice meal and a belated birthday gift? Nothing at all, in Lancelot's opinion.