"Hey, Luna. Happy Birthday!" he said, his smile becoming a little more genuine. "And you're my friend, of course I'm going to come when there's a party. Or, you know, try to come. And since I'm not busy..." he trailed off from his rambling with a little shrug. He'd been looking forward to coming, but his 'conversation' with Ophelia had taken the shine off the idea slightly.
"I have a present for you here," he said, slipping a present bag out of the bag he usually carried with him. "I, er, wouldn't be too rough with it," he said, handing the white bag covered in multicolour balloon print over. The jars were all spelled unbreakable, but it was still possible the tops would snap open.