"You made pizza?" he asked, amazed at all the effort she had gone to, and there was maybe just a little crack in his voice that he was obviously trying to hide. He sniffed, swiping a quick hand across his face as casually as he could manage. He felt kind of dumb getting all teary over some homemade pizza, but it was just exactly what he needed to see. Sure, it was bittersweet, he still didn't have his father here, and there were a lot of people from home that he missed a lot, but he had friends here and they were wonderful, everything he could want. There had to be ingredients here that they weren't supposed to have, meaning they'd broken the rules specifically to give him a good birthday, they'd put themselves at risk for him.

"And you got me a present? You really didn't have to do all this, Lydia, this is amazing, really. You've made my day. There's cake too!? This is the best!"