At his reaction, Lydia gave him a sympathetic smile. She could tell he was trying not to get emotional about the whole thing, but she figured it must be hard not to, considering the fact that he must have been feeling awfully alone given he has no one here from home and the other Specials with whom he spends his time had all been at their Service Firms all day. Besides, it was hard enough to keep one's chin up in the Alpha Complex; it was the least she could do for a friend.

"I gave it a whirl, anyway," she said, "but you can thank Steve and Morgana for the ingredients for it, and Morgana for nabbing the fruits and vegetables for the trays. ...and I can't even take credit for the cake, as much as I would like to. That was all Steve."

It was reassuring, though, that he appeared to be moving past emotional and into excitement. That meant, to Lydia, that she'd done well. "Yeah, well...sort of, I sort of made you a present? But yeah, we'll get to that. Go eat!" she chirped, giving him a gentle little push toward the table. "You first. The rest of us after. It's your day, after all."