Lancelot takes a sip of his drink as he waits, expecting Faolan to go on....

But he doesn't, and while it's somewhat endearingly sweet (you made me a birthday cake), he can't help but feel a slight flash of confusion that this is... apparently it?

He knows Faolan appreciates what he does for him, that he seems unused to the easy style of friendship Lancelot offers, but is that really all it takes?

Hesitating a moment he tries to think of a way to prompt him on that won't come over... offensive? Dismissive?

"And that's... when you realised?" he tries, quietly willing there to be something more to it than the cake was so good I felt loved.