Faolan ducks his head for a moment, though he nods in response to the other man's words. It is his birthday party, on his birthday for that matter.

"I'm sorry," he says again, reaching for a sausage roll himself and taking a quiet, contemplative bite, before glancing up at the other man. "I haven't even wished you well. Some friend I am. Today is your real birthday after all, isn't it?" He quirks a flicker of a smile at the other man, shaking his head in turn. "I bet you even made your own cake for yourself, haven't you?"